July 2019

“Igloo” has been pan-handling all morning and only has a fistful of change.  When he walks into the restaurant I’m studying in, I recognize him right away.  I look up, he speaks, I nod at head and offer him to come sit with me.  Igloo lives in the woods and has a drinking problem, but he is a real nice guy. 

Months ago we spent time together, talking about Jesus. He didn’t accept, but I got to pray over a spiritual problem he was facing (as per Jesus’ instruction). 

Today, we talk about the hole in his tent and the impending thunderstorm on its way.  I take him to Walmart, purchase him a new tent, food, and ice for his camp.  On the way back to his camp I check his salvation; to which, I’m excited to hear that he’s just accepted Jesus about a month prior at a local church he’s been frequenting since our earlier conversation and prayer.  I did not lead “Igloo” to Jesus, but I was instrumental in planting the seeds that did.  Hooray for the Kingdom of God.