In my last blog post, I talked about the experience I had on my first “treasure hunt.” One memory from that afternoon stands out in my mind. Allison, a woman from the church here, and I had just left Poundland (the UK version of a dollar store), where we had prayed with a woman. While I was jabbering on about how exciting it was that this woman had been receptive to talking to us, Allison was keeping her eyes wide open, searching for more people God wanted us to pray with. An older gentleman was shuffled by with his head down, occasionally glancing up at the stores he passed and looking like he had a lot on his mind. Allison nudged me and nodded toward the man, asking simply, “What do you see there?”
When I looked at this man – really looked – I saw sadness, loneliness….this man needed encouragement. At the urging of Allison, I caught up to this man and introduced myself. With a smile on my face I told him we were with the Vineyard church in town and were walking around wanting to pass on prayers and blessings to people and asking if he would mind if we prayed with him. At first he looked a bit surprised we were approaching him. To be honest, he seemed as if he wasn’t used to being noticed. Then he cracked a small smile and said he could use a prayer.
After asking for some specific prayer needs, I reached out and touched Morton’s elbow as I prayed out loud for him. Morton thanked us for our prayers and time, and shared with us about his life and family and the difficulties he is facing now. It never ceases to amaze me the deep, personal things people are willing to share with someone, even a complete stranger, who is willing to take the time to listen.
This month has taught me that “ministry” doesn’t have to be something missionaries and ministers do. It doesn’t have to be planned or last a certain amount of time. Ministering to others, believers and nonbelievers alike, can be a part of daily life. In fact, it was intended to be so.
As we said our goodbyes to Morton and began to walk away that afternoon, Allison and I took another glimpse back to watch Morton continue on his way. The joy in our hearts had left its mark, and I saw so much more brightness, cheer, and even dignity in his steps. Then he turned around and called back to us in a hopeful, slightly tentative voice, “Don’t forget me…..please.”
Morton, I pray I never do. Thank you for teaching me to pay more attention to the people around me every day who need the Source of joy and light hiding in my heart: Jesus Christ.
