The Beggar

I was at my local Shell station gassing up my Honda Civic this past Tuesday.  Normally, it is just another uneventful moment in my daily life.  But, this was not going to be uneventful moment.  As I put the gas nozzle into the gas tank port, I noticed a man who had seen better days heading toward me.  Yeah, he was probably homeless and looking for an easy mark.  I checked my pocket for loose change.  I had a grand total of 35 cents.  He addled up to me and said, "Howya doing?  My name's Paul and I need a little help."   I asked him what kind of help he needed, knowing full well what was coming.  I was wrong.  "I need someone I can pray for today.  I've only had one person who would let me pray for them all day.  I'd be obliged if I could pray for you," the homeless man said.  Shocked, I told him I'd be happy to let him pray for me.  He touched me with his left hand, prayed for at least two minutes.  When he finished, he thanked me profusely.  I thanked him.  As I reached into my pocket to give him what I had in change, he shook his head.  "No sir, I don't want your money.  I am a beggar, make no mistake about that. But, I'm a beggar of a different sort.  I beg God to bring peace and tranquility into the lives of people.  God Bless you and have a great day."  With that, he turned and disappeared down the road from whence he came.

As I stated Monday, there is someone in my life who needs prayer for a physical infirmity they have at present.  Maybe that prayer was answered at the Shell service station.  I don't know.  But, that was one beggar I will never forget, whoever he was. But, to that gentleman, I say, God Bless you also, sir.


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