Daniel
Posted by: root <root@...>
arrived and everything was alive with color. But a cold
front from the north had rought 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 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 for 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." 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 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, 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 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, in 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 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, Daniel, I know I will....