When the Hungry Cry Out

Last Friday while preparing my lunch I saw that I had way more fruit than I could possibly eat, so I packed it into a bag with some other unwanted snacks and set off for work. I thought about giving it to my coworkers, but then I remembered the group of homeless people that sleep outside the work parking lot. Perhaps they would want some fruit and crackers.

When I arrived to work I was surprised to see that the group I normally see was gone. That’s unusual, I thought. After work I gathered my purse and the bag of food and wondered if the group would be back that evening. I wandered out another entrance and immediately came to a couple of disheveled men chatting. Not sure of whether they would be offended by my offering, I started unpacking my bag a few feet away. They looked up with hopeful eyes, as if wondering if I would share with them. When I saw their glances I explained that I had bought in bulk and had too much food to eat myself. In their gratitude they offered me a newspaper, the kind that the city provides for the homeless to earn money for meals.

As they handed me the paper, they began explaining to me why things are the way they are for the homeless, basically covering the topic of the paper. To my surprise, the older man revealed that he was recently diagnosed with cancer and that he is afraid of what will happen if he needs chemo or radiation. How will he care for himself as someone without a home. His resources are so limited. I listened quietly until he said, “But I believe my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ can heal me!” I think my eyes widened. I didn’t expect to hear that through the cloud of pot smoke that was forming around us. You see, the other man had been smoking the whole time. Then he, the guy who was smoking, started telling us about a prayer ministry he was a part of in L.A.

It goes to show God’s children come in all shapes and sizes. After they were done sharing I offered to pray and the older man grabbed my hands and said, “You pray first.” I prayed a short and simple prayer asking God to be with them and keep them safe and for the older man to be healed. By this time we were on a first name basis. When I finished praying the older man looked up, eyes wide and said, “Wow! That was a powerful prayer.” Then the other man started praying, and boy did I feel the Holy Spirit…or maybe it was a contact high (just kidding). At the end we all said Amen, and the older man exclaimed, “I am healed! I believe I am.” The other man kept proclaiming, “You are healed in Jesus’ name.”

A few minutes later the younger man asked the older man, “Are you sick?” Through a frown the older man said, “Yes…” to which the younger man responded, “But you just said you were healed?” The older man laughed, “Well, I forgot. I smoked two bowls before we prayed!” We all burst into laughter, and I truly believe the joy they felt was not just the influence of marijuana but the joy of the Lord upon them.

God is good, and He does not discriminate. He blesses those He wants to bless whether they are stoned or sober. I praise God for putting those two in my path that day. Who knew that on the streets of Berkeley in a cloud of smoke I would meet two of my Brothers?

The things that have grown my faith more than anything else are those instance just stumbled upon, interactions with strangers on the street. God uses all kinds to teach our busy minds and hearts to love.

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4 thoughts on “When the Hungry Cry Out

  1. Meghan

    Hello, this is a wonderful story! It’s amazing how God works sometimes! My parents run a homeless shelter. We serve the poor and the homeless, we have a prison ministry to lead those in prison to Christ and to help there family’s, we have a dental fecility where we completely restore people’s mouths, we do over 5,000 toys for kids at Christmas, feed thousands of people over tge holdiday seoson, and we do much more! We’re called the Providence Rescue Mission. Located in Providence, Rhode Island. We do over 14,000 meals a month! We have a recovery program for men and women. My family and I have visited LA three times. Did you know, in LA alone, there are 80,000 homeless people! That doesn’t even include the rest of California. Everytime they ask for money, instead we buy them a meal of there choice at a local restaurant, and share the Gospel of Christ with them. There’s nothing like knowing you’re helping someone know the LORD better!
    Be Blessed!

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    1. sitathisfeet Post author

      Meghan, thank you for sharing. The blog story occurred in Berkeley where there is also a huge homeless population. The work your family is doing is definitely a blessing, not only the resources but the gift of a meal in the company of others. We don’t always think about it, but the homeless rarely get the gift of a meal in a restaurant in the company of others. Even if they are they risk being turned away. Thank you for sharing about your ministry. Keep up God’s work. 🙂

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