I met a homeless man yesterday.
Felt a little depressed at the rock gym alone. A little something tugged at my heart and asked: “why are you ignoring me?”
I was offended and immediately retaliated: “I’m not ignoring you!”
And thats when it hit me. I’m not schizophrenic. But I do believe in God.
“What would you have me do?”
I sat there staring into space for a good 5 minutes, completely disconnected from reality until Christ got me to go for a walk. I threw my gym bag in the car and just started walking. I was rambling to myself about depression and purpose, just asking God Why? Life has been so good lately. What am I missing? What do you want?
I reached the bike path with God still ignoring. Picture him behind a desk just nodding while I sit there fumbling over words and he just waits for me to shut up. So I do.
There’s a homeless man standing on the bike path eating a sandwich and the Holy Spirit says: “Him.”
And I Say: “No.”
And he says: “Yes.”
And I say: “I was trying to talk to you! why now? Why here?”
And he doesn’t respond. He just looks at me and nods in that random guys general direction.
I literally drop to my knees. I had begun walking away from the guy and God was like No you dont, so I dropped to my knees and just stopped for a minute.
(keep in mind this entire argument about that guy only took about 15 seconds. The holy spirit can be incredibly persuasive.)
This weird peace fell over me as I agreed to God’s plan. Naturally I was like: you better do all the talking because I am not in the mood.
But that’s what the Holy Spirit does anyway. As I said he is incredibly persuasive.
I honestly just walked up to this guy and said: “Hey, whats up dude?”
He was not at all put off by my presence. He was pretty nice actually. We talked about all kinds of stuff. Weather, Gym Memberships. Travel. Birth Places. Hobbies. Food.
For 30 minutes I hung out with this guy. Just chatting it up like a couple of bros.
Eventually I got the clearance to leave. I told him briefly and casually about this cool new church I’ve started going to in that hip town a few miles away. He was genuinely intrigued.
Before I left I offered to pray for him.
Always the most nerve racking part for me.
The most often Hit or Miss part. The Make or Break part.
He could either accept my invitation to pray for him.
Or turn that cold shoulder and immediately shut me out.
But, Holy, Spirit.
I ask to pray for this guy and he says: “Awe, Hell yea.” And gives me the most unexpected hug.
He then stood there like a toddler pretending to be knighted by a king.
I set my hand on his shoulder and prayed for him.
At this point I began to understand the importance of my 30 minute conversation with this man. I knew what he needed. I knew what he was missing. I knew what Christ could do for him. Simple things really. Warmth and nights with no rain. Food. Shelter. Relief. Purpose. And I casually slipped in that I hope he feels welcome at my church. I’m hoping that he ends up there (or any other church for that matter) and people welcome him in and treat him like Christ would, so I threw that in my prayer.
He was incredibly receptive of the whole thing. Like, agreeing with what I said in the prayer.
I went on my way feeling so much better about everything. I sorta laughed to myself and the whole situation.
God is so good.
Sometimes you just have to listen and ask questions. Not all homeless people are scary. Sometimes people just need someone to talk to and a little bit of prayer.
10/10 would pray with him again.
Don’t pout. Walk it out.
Feeling unheard? Ask the Word.
Just a few dumb little catch phrases I just came up with that apply to this story because I can’t think of real conclusion.
But truly God is Good. Don’t ignore him today.