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I was sitting in
the barbershop last Friday
waiting
for the kids haircuts to be finished
when he walked
in.
He looked like an
“Uncle Ben”. He wasn’t old enough to
retire
but the
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
sorrow.
A lot of sorrow…..
I tried to
concentrate on the National Geographic
in my hand
but my
heart went out to him as he sat in the
chair,
the barber
pleasantly chatting as tears silently
fell with the hair.
She
was gently trying to distract him.
He paid with a tip
and softly offered “Thanks” with
a broken voice
before
walking out to his car but then he
sat there at the wheel for
awhile,
sobbing.
No one else
noticed.
When I walked out
with my boys I started over towards his
car
to ask
if there was anything I could do,
but he slowly
drove away before I could get there,
the
streaming tears still echoing his
grief.
So I just prayed.
Lord, I’m sorry
I didn’t go out sooner
to
ask, to touch his shoulder,
to kneel beside
his car door
to
help him seek Your caring touch.
It’s now up to
You to comfort him.
Please forgive
me for not being obedient, but
please send someone else in the power of
the Spirit
to help him NOW!
But I also pray
give me more courage to speak out more
promptly,
to
do what I can to help others without
fail,
to spread the
Great News of Your Heart,
to
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
And
that Uncle Ben won’t be ME?
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