I was sitting in
the barbershop last Friday
for the kids haircuts to be finished
when he walked
He looked like an
“Uncle Ben”. He wasn’t old enough to
wisps of gray showed he’d been around
the block a few times.
His demeanor was
quiet but I noticed something more.
There was pain in his eyes. And
A lot of sorrow…..
I tried to
concentrate on the National Geographic
in my hand
heart went out to him as he sat in the
pleasantly chatting as tears silently
fell with the hair.
was gently trying to distract him.
He paid with a tip
and softly offered “Thanks” with
a broken voice
walking out to his car but then he
sat there at the wheel for
No one else
When I walked out
with my boys I started over towards his
if there was anything I could do,
but he slowly
drove away before I could get there,
streaming tears still echoing his
So I just prayed.
Lord, I’m sorry
I didn’t go out sooner
ask, to touch his shoulder,
to kneel beside
his car door
help him seek Your caring touch.
It’s now up to
You to comfort him.
me for not being obedient, but
please send someone else in the power of
to help him NOW!
But I also pray
give me more courage to speak out more
do what I can to help others without
to spread the
Great News of Your Heart,
touch a shoulder, to carry a burden.
He ain’t heavy –
he’s my brother!
Remind me to pray for him often.
How do I know but
what I won’t turn a corner
that Uncle Ben won’t be ME?