Today...I am sitting in car downtown waiting on my son. A young man in thread bare clothing comes up to me. Started speaking to me through the window, he was begging me to listen so down the window came. I was in no mood to hear from him. All these questions were going through my mind, I saw what appeared to be a measure of sincerity. I listened to his story and part of me wondered that it was just a script he had rehearsed many times. Said he was trying to get home to Seattle. He confessed he was a Christian, in need. I briefly listen to his plight and gave him the money he asked for, shy $1. I then ask him if he had received Holy Spirit, he only knew of Johns' baptism and "Yes" he had been water baptised. I wondered in my mind what had happened in his life.
He seemed to be of a sound mind. He was gentle, yet I felt to warned him about consequences and choices, my son did not like my tone. I later explained to my son that I have heard from the Father and His tone is not always gentle, especially when he is getting his point across. The young man said he had been to the church around the corner and gotten some monies for bus fair home but needed more. I asked if he had a bible, no. He said he would like prayer. I counseled him to go back to the Church and get help, that is what the Church is for. I then led him in a prayer of repentance for sins, iniquities, transgressions and all sexual sin against his body of which the Lord owns. He repeated all I said then I anointed him with oil in the name of the Lord and laid hands on him for the Baptism of the Holy Spirit and Fire which Jesus promised to those who obey in believing the truth.
Alex walked away and I didn't do much but I had done the same thing with my brother a few months ago an he got a major spiritual breakthrough a couple weeks later. So I am hopeful. Also, the encounter reminded me of a word the Lord had given me the night before on you guessed it, Seattle.
This all transpired in the midst of a ongoing issue in my life that I have had no choice but to deal with, so I trudge on.
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