Sidewalk profiling and my own personal failure

I was approached by a chanting Krishna monk today--granted he was not chanting while he engaged me nor did I witness him chant. He was tiny and bald.

I was smiling affectionately and almost skipping as he approached though completely unaware I was nearing another person; there was certainly a noticeable joyful pep in my step, as it were. He stopped me and we began to briefly discuss peace, joy, and happiness--though it was mostly him talking and me listening.

I think it was because I'm bald. I feel as though I were profiled in a matter of speaking because of my lack of hair and for having what I hope was the appearance of one brimming with peace and joy.

I would consider being profiled for the latter affirmation in the supremacy of Christ and my subsequent longings for Him--because it's what was on my mind at that particular time.

I'm still indifferent about being profiled by the former.

And alas I failed to share with him what fountain of joy and life birthed this visible manifestation of joy.

Father, forgive me. I pray you send him a more faithful servant so that he may hear of your Greatness and Splendor.