Hiding in Plain Sight
I looked for a man in wheelchair who lives in an abandoned house. For nearly two hours. Who needed canned heat. And apparently, I don’t follow directions very well which left me driving and wandering the streets. I ended up picking someone else up, so we could find the place. I had been close. But still lost. Well, I knew where I was, but I never found the spot until I took another set of eyes with me.
Then I dropped her back off and drove over to McDonald’s, (he goes there) in case he was sitting inside. Instead, guess who was sitting outside in the parking lot? And he was right where I parked. Yes! My new friend!! Who didn’t know he was going to know me!!
He was thrilled that we left him several cans of sterno. But he was hungry, so when I found out the coffee he was drinking was leftover and that he’d pulled it from the trash can—guess who now has food-gift cards and his own fresh cup of coffee?
We talked and he just had a birthday. Four days after mine. He’s three years older than me, and cuter. He grew up where my husband did, and he spouted off “old friend names” like I might know them. Until he found out I was from out west and not a true Texan.
No Longer Hiding
But his grin made my day, and he spoke of coming to Church under the Bridge for service. And yet, he nearly cried as he rolled inside to go eat, and he thanked me for wanting to know his real name.
His story of illness and drinking became like a release of sorrow. Like regret. But his joy at being alive today was evident. So we prayed and hugged and talked some more.
And somehow, even in my weary-driving-I-can’t-find-him, and my way of not-listening, the Lord allowed me to meet a most precious new friend, right at the perfect moment.
Deuteronomy 15:11 “For there will never cease to be poor in the land. Therefore I command you, ‘You shall open wide your hand to your brother, to the needy and to the poor, in your land.’”