I sat, with two friends, in the picture window of a quaint restaurant
just off the corner of the town-square. The food and the company were
both especially good that day.
As we talked, my attention was drawn outside, across the street.
There, walking into town, was a man who appeared to be carrying all
his worldly goods on his back. He was carrying, a well-worn sign that
read, "I will work for food." My heart sank.
I brought him to the attention of my friends and noticed that others
around us had stopped eating to focus on him. Heads moved in a mixture
of sadness and disbelief.
We continued with our meal, but his image lingered in my mind.
We finished our meal and went our separate ways. I had errands to do
and quickly set out to accomplish them. I glanced toward the town
square, looking somewhat halfheartedly for the strange visitor. I was
fearful, knowing that seeing him again would call some response. I
drove through town and saw nothing of him. I made some purchases at a
store and got back in my car.
Deep within me, the Spirit of God kept speaking to me: "Don't go back
to the office until you've at least driven once more around the
square." Then with some hesitancy, I headed back into town. As I
turned the square's third corner, I saw him. He was standing on the
steps of the storefront church, going through his sack.
I stopped and looked; feeling both compelled to speak to him, yet
wanting to drive on. The empty parking space on the corner seemed to
be a sign from God, an invitation to park. I pulled in, got out and
approached the town's newest visitor.
"Looking for the pastor," I asked?
"Not really," he replied, "just resting."
"Have you eaten today?"
"Oh, I ate something early this morning."
"Would you like to have lunch with me?"
"Do you have some work I could do for you?"
"No work," I replied. "I commute here to work from the city, but I
would like to take you to lunch."
"Sure," he replied with a smile.
As he began to gather his things, I asked some surface questions.
"Where you headed?"
"St. Louis."
"Where you from?"
"Oh, all over, mostly Florida."
"How long have you been walking?"
"Fourteen years," came the reply.
I knew I had met someone unusual. We sat across from each other in the
same restaurant I had left earlier.
His face was weathered slightly beyond his 38 years. His eyes were
dark yet clear, and he spoke with an eloquence and articulation that
was startling. He removed his jacket to reveal a bright red T-shirt
that said, "Jesus is The Never Ending Story."
Then Daniel'! s story began to unfold. He had seen rough times early
in life. He'd made some wrong choices and reaped the consequences.
Fourteen years earlier, while backpacking across the country, he had
stopped on the beach in Daytona. He tried to hire on with some men who
were putting up a large tent and some equipment, a concert, he
thought.
He was hired, but the tent would not house a concert but revival
services, and in those services he saw life more clearly. He gave his
life over to God. "Nothing's been the same since," he said, " I felt
the Lord telling me to keep walking, and so I did, some 14 years now."
"Ever think of stopping?" I asked.
"Oh, once in a while, when it seems to get the best of me. But God has
given me this calling. I give out Bibles. That's what's in my sack. I
work to buy food and Bibles, and I give them out when His Spirit
leads."
I sat amazed. My homeless friend was not homeless.
He was on a mission and lived this way by choice. The question burned
inside for a moment and then I asked:
"What's it like?"
"What?"
"To walk into a town carrying all your things on your back and to show
your sign?"
"Oh, it was humiliating at first. People would stare and make
comments. Once someone tossed a piece of half-eaten bread and made a
gesture that certainly didn't make me feel welcome. But then it became
humbling to realize that God was using me to touch lives and change
people's concepts of other folks like me."
My concept was changing, too. We finished our dessert and gathered his
things. Just outside the door, he paused. He turned to me and said,
"Come Ye blessed of my Father and inherit the kingdom I've prepared
for you. For when I was hungry you gave me food, when I was thirsty
you gave me drink, a stranger and you took me in."
! I felt as if we were on holy ground. "Could you use another Bible?" I asked.
He said he preferred a certain translation. It traveled well and was
not too heavy. It was also his personal favorite. "I've read through
it 14 times," he said.
"I'm not sure we've got one of those, but let's stop by our church and
see." I was able to find my new friend a Bible that would do well, and
he seemed very grateful.
"Where are you headed from here?"
"Well, I found this little map on the back of this amusement park coupon."
"Are you hoping to hire on there for awhile?"
"No, I just figure I should go there. I figure someone under that star
right there needs a Bible, so that's where I'm going next."
He smiled, and the warmth of his spirit radiated the sincerity of his
mission. I drove him back to the town-square where we'd met two hours
earlier, and as we drove, it started raining. We parked and unloaded
his things.
"Would you sign my autograph book?" he asked. "I like to keep messages
from folks I meet."
I wrote in his little book that his commitment to his calling had
touched my life. I encouraged him to stay strong, and I left him with
a verse of scripture from Jeremiah, "I know the plans I have for you,
"declared the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you. Plans
to give you a Future and a hope."
"Thanks, man," he said. "I know we just met and we're really just
strangers, but I love you."
"I know," I said, "I love you, too."
"The Lord is good!"
"Yes, He is. How long has it been since someone hugged you?" I asked.
"A long time," he replied.
And so on the busy street corner in the drizzling rain, my new friend
and I embraced, and I felt deep inside that I had been changed. He put
his things on his back, smiled his winning smile and said, "See you in
the New Jerusalem."
"I'll be there!" was my reply.
He began his journey again. He headed away with his sign dangling from
his bedroll and pack of Bibles. He stopped, turned and said, "When you
see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?"
"You bet," I shouted back, "God bless."
"God bless." And that was the last I saw of him .
Late that evening as I left my office, the wind blew strong. The cold
front had settled hard upon the town. I bundled up and hurried to my
car. As I sat back and reached for the emergency brake, I saw them...
a pair of well-worn brown work gloves neatly laid over the length of
the handle. I picked them up and thought of my friend and wondered if
his hands would stay warm that night without them.
Then I remembered his words:
"If you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?"
Today his gloves lie on my desk in my office. They help me to see the
world and its people in a new way, and they help me remember those two
hours with my unique friend and to pray for his ministry.
"See you in the New Jerusalem," he said. Yes, Daniel, I know I will...
If this story touched you, forward it to a friend!
"I shall pass this way but once. Therefore, any good that I can do or
any kindness that I can show, let me do it now, for I shall not pass
this way again."
My instructions were to send this to four people that I wanted God to
bless and I picked you. Please pass this to four people you want to be
blessed.
This prayer is powerful and there is nothing attached. Please do not
break this pattern. Prayer is one of the best gifts we receive. There
is no cost but a lot of rewards. Let's continue to pray for one
another.
God bless and have a nice day!
"Father, I ask you to bless my friends, relatives and e-mail buddies
reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of your love and
power. Holy Spirit, I ask you to minister to their spirit at this very
moment.
Where there is pain, give them your peace and mercy.
Where there is self-doubt, release a renewed confidence through your
grace, In Jesus' precious Name. Amen."
I sent this to more than four, but this story is so touching I felt
each of you would enjoy it greatly.
"It is not enough to have a dream unless you are willing to pursue
it." – Anonymous
From: JeanAustria@astec-power.com
