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I sat, with two friends, in the picture window of a quaint restaurant just

off the corner of the towns-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

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." And so, 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 storefront 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 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 you headed from here?" "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.


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...

If this story touched you, forward it to a friend! "I shall pass this way but once.


Therefore, any good that I can do or any kindness that I can show, let

me do it now, for I shall not pass this way again." My instructions were to

send this to four people that I wanted God to bless and I picked you.


"Father, I ask you to bless my friends, relatives and e-mail buddies reading

this right now. Show them a new revelation of your love and power. Holy

spirit, I ask you to minister to their spirit at this very moment. Where

there is pain, give them your peace and mercy. Where there is self-doubt,

release a renewed confidence through your grace, In Jesus' precious Name.


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