It was just like a normal Sunday. The service ended, and we went up front to pray for people. The second or third person I prayed for was a middle aged normal looking man. He had gray hair, tall, normal build, and very normal clothes. Normal, everything about the man seemed normal. He extended his hand and introduced himself as Randall.
He said, “can you pray for me for financial breakthrough?”.
My pastor has been preaching a sermon on “prosperity with a purpose.” So this was a common request this week. I prayed over him. I prayed for new mindsets and strategies from heaven on how to make income. He nodded his head, thanked me, and I prayed for the next person in line.
A friend and I went for a walk this morning. When we got to a light near the bookstore, I looked over and there he was.
There he was holding a sign with words I can’t even remember, and my heart sank. I called out to him, and he complimented me and my friend. I remembered his name and that seemed to hit him deep. He smiled.
We made our way across the street, my friend pushed her baby in the stroller, and suddenly “normal” felt so far from this man. I had to do something. I reached down for my wallet and grabbed a little cash. I ran it back across the street to him and prayed a prayer of multiplication over that $5. He smiled, thanked me, and seemed a bit taken back.
I may never know Randall’s story. Hours later, he still weighs on my heart. We are praying for him tonight, that he has a warm bed to sleep in, food in his stomach, and that breakthrough is near.
I live in a town where there an unusual amount of homeless people per capita. Often I’ve sadly found myself desensitized. Lately, Jesus has been doing something in my heart.
We grabbed a case of vitamin water and a box of granola bars the other night at Costco. So we can do something, give something, and believe that the things that pass through our hands are blessed.
We can believe that hearts can shift.
We can have compassion rather than judgement.
We can be generous rather than think we know how they will spend the money.
We can believe that our actions communicate value and love.
We can give because we are generous, not just when someone deserves it. (Or when we “think” they deserve it.)
Whoever is generous to the poor lends to the Lord, and he will repay him for his deed.
Give to the one who begs from you, and do not refuse the one who would borrow from you.