FW: To meet such a Man…

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A very touching story & prayer for you

 

—–Original Message—–
 
Subject: To meet such a
Man...

 

 

TO
MEET SUCH A MAN

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 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.

 

GOD
BLESS YOU-MY FRIENDS AND FAMILY!!!

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