My friend, Christopher

It’s funny how God works. Just the other day I got majorly blessed. Don’t get me wrong, God blesses me every day and I work hard to recognize those blessings everywhere I step, in every situation and in every breath, but that Thursday He met me right where I was at. Let me explain.

I was working alone in my store when I noticed a man ride his bicycle up to the front door. He was casually dressed and clean. He came inside and said that he’d been trying numerous places to get his 250 pennies changed into dollar bills and large coins, but no one would take the pennies without them being rolled. I told him I’d take them unrolled and he enthusiastically went to his bike to retrieve the bag of coins. I in turn handed him $3. Now I can count and know that 250 pennies doesn’t equal $3. I just felt that it was what I needed to do. I guess the man wondered how good my math skills were as well because shockingly he said, “You gave me $3!” “Yes, I know”, I replied. To which this nice man I’ve never met said, “Can I pray for you?” Really? This man who had so little, gave all that he had at that moment and it was Jesus. We then prayed and he thanked God for His provision and the extra $.50 cents he was now blessed with. He asked God to bless me as well.

Photo courtesy of rethinkhomelessness.org

After our prayer, we had quite a lengthy conversation. My new friend’s name is Christopher, is homeless and lives in the woods. He comes to town to shower at a local shelter and get food from the meal kitchen. We discussed how he got to the point of homelessness and his prospects for work. After being declined for work because of not having proper footwear, he was encouraged when he found a pair of shoes in the woods recently. He’s also working to save enough money to get a duplicate state ID which disappeared with his wallet. After sharing some water and crackers with him, he asked if he could have the cracker box. He said he could use it to start fire. Needless to say, I was drawn in and fascinated by his stories of God’s provision to meet his basic needs and his subsequent gratitude.

When he left to get his lunch at the kitchen, I asked him to stop by periodically to let me know how he’s doing. Will he? I’m not sure, but I’d like to think he would. I find myself looking out the window (all 34 ft. of them) more now. Some days, I feel like a fish in the fishbowl watching the world go by. I see folks coming and going all day long walking and driving through downtown. Though they may not notice or know me, I see them. God sees them and because He does, it’s my opportunity to pray for them like Christopher prayed for me. That blesses me more than they’ll ever know.

What blesses your heart?

Until next time, stay chic

Vicki

Matthew 6:25-26 (NIV) “Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life, what you will eat or drink; or about your body, what you will wear. Is not life more than food, and the body more than clothes? Look at the birds of the air; they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, and yet your heavenly Father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they?”

Luke 11:11-11 (NIV) “Which of you fathers, if your son asks for a fish, will give him a snake instead? Or if he asks for an egg, will give him a scorpion? If you then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give the Holy Spirit to those who ask him?”

One Response to “My friend, Christopher”

  • Carol Lambert says:

    Some of us who have so much materially actually have nothing unless we have Jesus. He blesses all of his children with peace, joy, and love, and eternal hope.

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