Prayed for

by on August 22, 2016

I saw a guy leaning up against his truck each day on the way home. He had on a heavy coat. He had a big beard. He always had a can of beer in his hand.

I started to pray for him. I prayed that the Lord would send someone to share the Gospel with him. After a few weeks, the thought came to mind that I should stop and talk with him.

I didn’t really want to. I was on my way home. Then, I decided that I needed to do it. Who else would? Then, I thought to myself, “I don’t have the right kind of tracts to give him.” Then, I thought, “I don’t really have the time.”

The next day, I got out the tracts I wanted to give him. I was going to stop at his house, and he wasn’t there. So, I determined to do it the next day. The next day came, and sure he enough, he was there.

I stopped to talk with him. He said, “I”m what you’d call ’spiritually challenged,’ I have a bad angel on this shoulder and a good angel on this shoulder. I try and do what the good one wants me to do, but he has this boss that comes and pushes him around. He said he can’t kill humans, so he’s going to kill cherubs instead. Then all the cherubs started to cry. I’m pretty sure the good angel is a cherub too ‘cuz he started to cry too.”

He then went on to share some medical problems.

I offered to pray for him, and he said, “No, a Christian praying for me would do more harm than good.” He wouldn’t take a tract, and I didn’t tell him I’d already been praying for him for weeks, and that I’d be praying for him anyway.

God willing, I’ll stop by and talk with him again soon.

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