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 store front 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 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?" I asked.
"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 isno 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.
GOD BLESS YOU MY FRIEND
