20-06-07 A Touching Forwarded Story

Is it just me or is God's kingdom really just growing by the day?

Here's the story:
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.'

Then, 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
store front 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 have 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 are you headed from here?' I asked.'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 from 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 bedroll 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.

Then 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...

17-06-07 not just "Another Forwarded Story"

There was a little boy visiting his grandparents on their farm. He was given
a slingshot to play with out in the woods. He practiced in the woods; but he
could never hit the target. Getting a little discouraged, he headed back for
dinner. As he was walking back he saw Grandma's pet duck.

Just out of impulse, he let the slingshot fly, hit the duck square in the
head and killed it. He was shocked and grieved!

In a panic, he hid the dead duck in the wood pile; only to see his sister
watching! Sally had seen it all, but she said nothing.

After lunch the next day Grandma said, "Sally, let's wash the dishes" But
Sally said, "Grandma, Johnny told me he wanted to help in the kitchen." Then
she whispered to him, "Remember the duck?" So Johnny did the dishes.

Later that day, Grandpa asked if the children wanted to go fishing and
Grandma said, "I'm sorry but I need Sally to help make supper." Sally just
smiled and said, "Well that's all right because Johnny told me he wanted to
help" She whispered again, "Remember the duck?" So Sally went fishing and
Johnny stayed to help.

After several days of Johnny doing both his chores and Sally's; he finally
couldn't stand it any longer.

He came to Grandma and confessed that he had killed the duck.

Grandma knelt down, gave him a hug and said, "Sweetheart, I know. You see, I
was standing at the window and I saw the whole thing, but because I love
you, I forgave you. I was just wondering how long you would let Sa lly make
a slave of you."


Thought for the day and every day thereafter?

Whatever is in your past, whatever you have done...and the devil keeps
throwing it up in your face (lying, cheating, debt, fear, bad habits,
hatred, anger, bitterness, etc.)...whatever it is...You need to know
that God was standing at the window and He saw the whole thing. He has seen
your whole life. He wants you to know that He loves you and that you are
forgiven.

He's just wondering how long you will let the devil make a slave of you. The
great thing about God is that when you ask for forgiveness; He not only
forgives you, but He forgets. It is by God's grace and mercy that we are
saved. Go ahead and make the difference in someone's life today. Share this
with a friend and always remember:

God is at the window! When Jesus died on the cross; he was thinking of you!
He forgives all of us, as long as we admit we are sinners and ask for his
forgiveness!