The Palm Of His Hand!

(This is not the homeless man I met, but this was taken while in Israel.)

The homeless guy, Who God has his name written in the palm of His hand!

We went downtown to Jerusalem to find and feed the homeless by giving them water and pitas. This was after the concert on the Mt of Olives, so we were all fired up from the amazing worship!

In Jerusalem, they have two laws about feeding the homeless. One is if you give them food or water, you cannot pray for them, and the other is you can pray for them as long as you don’t give them anything to eat. So it’s like a catch 22. What do you do? What really is the most important thing for a person? Food is a necessity to survive, and so is prayer. Surprisingly, it is not always prayer, which is crushing religion right in its face. hoorah!

After breaking into teams and walking all over Jerusalem, there was little to find. We weren’t discouraged, because we had prayed over the streets, calling down Heaven. Sandwiches still in hand, Nolan and I took off together to see if the Lord would open a door. Faithful and True, He did.

Nolan had literally just spoken out of his mouth, “I feel the Holy Spirit here.” About that time, I saw a homeless man on a bench. I pointed, and our feet were like magnets to this man. Our eyes connected; his was filled with hope and gratitude. We reached out to give him the sandwiches and water; he gladly accepted them.

Broken because we could not pray with him, both Nolan and I walked away in despair. We stopped at the top of the stairs leading out and prayed. We were in agreement.

Suddenly, the strongest desire to hold this man in my arms was more than I could bear! I turned and ran to him as Phillip did the Eunuch in Acts. I wrapped my arms around him, and he did me too. He clung to me in fact. It was emotional. I knew that Father wanted to lavish his love on him. He needed that hug; I’m convinced. But even more than that, I needed it too.

We left…

Two days later, we went back out to do the same thing, feed the homeless. I know what you are thinking already. Yes, I saw him again! Once again, I had the opportunity to run to this man, only now, this man has a name to me… Faber, which translates into Gabriel. It was angels unaware!

 He smiled as big as a person could smile when he saw me; I reciprocated. As we tried to communicate, I could not take my eyes off of him. He was angelic to me. Suddenly, he started weeping then crying uncontrollably. He just laid his head in his hands and cried. I wrapped my arms around him and held on so tightly. I kept repeating the name of Yeshua over him. I did not care about their silly laws. I then began to pray in the Spirit. I was at a loss for words.