Divine appointment number 2 in Seattle:
On the first day I arrived, my friend and I were walking and past a homeless man who was standing on the street corner outside of a grocery store. Immediately, my heart was drawn to him yet I fell into temptation and only spoke to him for a minute without even offering to pray with him. His image stayed in my heart for the next few days and my friend and I knew that we had to go back and visit him.
Thus, we searched him out and bought him a meal. My friend originally had some fear in her heart about encountering him. So, it was a good experience for both of us. When we brought him the food, we spoke and prayed with him. His main concern was about finding a warm place to stay. He repeated over and over, “I just want a place to stay the night… If only I had a place to stay the night.” It was cold and rainy. My friend and I had a warm place to go back to. Our brother, Ed, had to stay outside and wait for the storm to end. As I looked deeply into his eyes, I literally saw Jesus looking right back at me. Jesus was looking at me through Ed’s blue/green eyes. I can’t get the image of his eyes out of my heart.
The Jewish side of my family taught me that the eyes are the window into a person’s soul. This truth came to life when I looked at Ed. In His pure simplicity, Jesus was looking back at me. My friend even saw this phenomenan and she was originally afraid of the man. Underneath a matted beard and missing teath, Jesus’ love and gentle presence was shining through this man. I saw so many walk by him. So many who could be blest if they only stopped to have a conversation with him. When we began talking to him, he looked shocked; as if no one ever took the time to say hello or notice that he is a person. My friend was so deeply touched by this man that she is going to visit him weekly. I’m so proud of her for doing this. She broke down the wall of fear and is able to clearly see Jesus in Ed. She is an amazing witness to me and to others.
Being a missionary has been such a blessing for me because it has given me permission to get to know the ‘outcast’ in a new way. At the same time, I am incredibly disappointed in myself that it took me this long to get past all of the stereotypes we put on homeless people. They are Jesus and deserve to be loved as He loves. Jesus, please help me to love more like you. Amen.