Starvin' Marvin'

It was one of my bad nightly habits to go to the Seven Eleven (7/11) and grab a corn dog or some other equally greasy food. And pickles... lots of pickles. One night I was walking there and I passed a native man on a bench. Knowing that he was probably gonna hit me up for some money or a smoke that I didn't have, I walked with my head down and gave him lots of room. I wen inside, grabbed the usual, scarfed it down quick and headed for home.

As I passed the bench I looked at the native man, patted my pockets as if to say I have nothing and prepared to walk past him. He must of recognised me from working at the soup kitchen (Potters Hands) or maybe I had a glow about me or something. What he said next broke my heart.
"I dont want your money, but can you pray for me?"

I was floored. My eyes welled up with tears. Conviction poured over my soul and I felt like the lowest of the low.

"Of course I would! What do you want to pray for?"

Thank God I practice what I like to call Instant Repentance. As soon as I feel conviction, I do whatever I can to repent, whether it is a quick prayer or action, I try to get it over with asap.

I asked him his name. He replied Starvin' Marvin', We had a good laugh because he looked like he was the last thing from starving. He was bigger than me by a foot and probably fiftly pounds. We talked for awhile about what he needed then we prayed right there on the streets of Red Deer at 1:30 at night. The two of us.. One big, bearded bouncer, one bigger homeless native man, embracing, crying our eyes out, living the Kingdom as the cabs and cop cars go by. Later on I stumbled upon this verse "So from now on  we regard no one from a worldly point of view...." 2nd Corinthians 5:17

It is my prayer now that God will constantly open my spiritual eyes so that I may never miss a chance to pray again. I shudder to think of how many chances I missed just by making a stupid assumption. Multiply that by a fair number of believers and it is scary.

O God... open our eyes!