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It was an unusually cold day for the month of May. Spring had arrived and

everything was alive with color, but a cold front from the North had brought

winter's chill back to Indiana.

I sat, with two friends, in the picture window of a quaint restaurant just

off the corner of the towns-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 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 half heartedly 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, then 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. "

And so, 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

storefront 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 's story began to unfold.

He had seen rough times early in life, had made some wrong choices and

reaped the consequences. Fourteen years earlier, while backpacking across

the country, he had stopped on the beach in Daytona and 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 you headed from here? "

" Well, I found this little map on the back of this amusement park coupon. "

" Are you hoping to hire on there for a while? "

" 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 , " 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, heading away with his sign dangling from his bed

roll 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. 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, , 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 several people that I wanted God to

bless and I picked you. Please pass this to others you want to be blessed as

well as the person who sent it to you. Please do not break the 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!

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" Worrying is carrying tomorrow's burden with today's strength.

There is only one day on the calendar for action and that is today. "

Corrie Ten Boon

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Hi all,

Hope this touches your heart as it has mine.

Hi all,

Hope this touches your heart as it has mine.

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Do you have a Mission in your heart? Are you willing to

give yourself and your resources toward that mission and be compassionate

about it? I know most of us fall short in that area. I admire this guy's

diligence.

His story provoked a sense of urgency in my soul. I hope it

does to your soul too..!

Thanks, Carl

GOD WORKS IN MYSTERIOUS WAYS

It was an unusually cold day for the month of May. Spring had arrived and

everything was alive with color, but a cold front from the North had brought

winter's chill back to Indiana.

I sat, with two friends, in the picture window of a quaint restaurant just

off the corner of the towns-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 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 half heartedly 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, then 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. "

And so, 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

storefront 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 's story began to unfold.

He had seen rough times early in life, had made some wrong choices and

reaped the consequences. Fourteen years earlier, while backpacking across

the country, he had stopped on the beach in Daytona and 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 you headed from here? "

" Well, I found this little map on the back of this amusement park coupon. "

" Are you hoping to hire on there for a while? "

" 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 , " 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, heading away with his sign dangling from his bed

roll 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. 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, , 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 several people that I wanted God to

bless and I picked you. Please pass this to others you want to be blessed as

well as the person who sent it to you. Please do not break the 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!

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