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From: MARIE FULLER
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Sent: Friday, September 19, 2008 7:54 PM
Subject: MEET SUCH A MAN - BE BLESSED!
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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 surfacequestions.
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 rest aurant 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, b ut 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."
God bless and have a nice day!
"Father, I ask you to bless my friends and relatives 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."
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