I don’t know if it was my decision or what, but I parked the car again and got out and walked straight up to a homeless lost soul that had been starring at me for some time. I had two dollars in my hand, a new Bible, and a couple tracts about Christ. “Excuse me sir, could you give me two dollars to help me find a ride out of here? I am stuck here and no one will give me a ride anywhere” he asked. I handed him the two dollars, the tracts, and the Bible that I had been clutching. He said thank you. I think he first saw the money and was just glad I had given it. Then he looked into his hands at the Bible I had given him and his whole continence changed. He said thank you again but this time it sounded so much more sincere. I didn’t say anything, I was kind of frozen. He looked at me and I could tell he wanted to talk, but I think he didn’t want to burden me. He sat down on the edge of the wall and started reading the Bible.

 

I watched him for a minute or so and just didn’t know what to say or do. “Sit down” (that still small voice again). I sat down and we started to talk. “You are the only one who has taken the time of day with me”, he said. We talked for quite a while. He had been through some very hard times both now and previously. He was homeless, away from his family in Oregon, hungry, alone, and hurting. On the outside he was quite a sight: I think many would have gone out of their way to steer clear of him. I have seen much more “safe” looking people in psych wards and street gangs. But he didn’t scare me and once we got to talking I could see he was just another hurting lost soul like so many.

 

I shared my testimony with him and- for the very first time - I shared the Gospel simply: Christ lived, he died for our sins, and he rose again. We talked for a couple hours and I explained a few things: the wages of sin (the bad news), and that he could be saved through faith in Christ (the good news). I asked him if he would believe and put his faith in Christ. He didn’t say yes, but he didn’t say no. I explained it is a free gift and he listened. No, he didn’t outright trust Christ as his savior, he told me he believed in Jesus but he “just didn’t know”. I explained that no one deserves it, no one earns it, and that I am just as much a sinner as he and that if Christ died for me, if Christ forgave me, surely he could be forgiven too.

 

We talked a while longer and I gave him a ride to the next city. We said goodbye and parted ways and I told him I would be praying for him. He promised me he was going to go back to his family in Oregon and I told him he doesn’t need to promise me anything, I just cared about him, but not near as much as Jesus does.

 

I am praying for him. Please pray that someone waters the seed.