May 7, 2012 by captivetotruth
I was driving to the Men’s Breakfast Sunday morning when I saw him; he was sitting on the guard rail on the 380 bridge. You know that prompting you get sometimes from the Holy Spirit, telling you to turn around and get involved?
I pulled up to him, assuming from his disheveled look and sleepless eyes that he was homeless.
“Hey bud, have you eaten today?” I said, probably sounding annoyingly ministerial.
He said, “Naw, I ain’t homeless, dude. I live right over there behind the Racetrak.” This guy looked awful, like he’d been punched in the gut with a sledgehammer and tortured with mace. Something was terribly wrong here.
“Oh, okay.” I said. “My name is John, and I’m headed over to church for a men’s breakfast. Why don’t ya come with me? It’s just a bunch of guys getting together to support each other and pray for each other.”
“I’m Wayne. I got a church of my own. Thanks. But I just can’t go today.”
“That’s fine. Wayne, you look like you need someone just to hang with you for awhile, maybe.”
“You can pray for me, John,” he said.
“Sure. What can I pray for?”
“Well, I just found out that my wife is f*****g guys for meth. And I just want to die.”
Wayne wouldn’t let me help him. I even offered to go with him to get his wife out of the krak house and take her for help. But he couldn’t process. The blunt force of reality was too fresh for him. It was too early to stop the bleeding. All he allowed me to do was to promise to pray.
There are a lot of potential takeaways from this scenario.
- I could translate Wayne’s situation into a metaphor for God’s brokenness over our unfaithfulness, and then use it as a sermon illustration while preaching through Hosea.
- I could stand up and tell Wayne’s story, get some people weeping, and then segue into “People Need the Lord.”
- I could even start a “ministreh!” for people with meth-addicted spouses.
But, in the meantime, what do you say to Wayne when you meet him on the bridge? Do we believe that Jesus Christ speaks to Wayne’s situation right now?