Encouragement

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Saturday it was raining heavily in the park there in San Francisco but we had several tents to shelter us. There was a serving area for people to come and get something to eat. We offered prayer to anyone who desired it. That is how I met William. He was an older man whose black hair was fading to gray and his face wore a certain sorrow. Sitting down in a chair beside him, I had heard him tell my friends he wanted prayer for more love.

We put our arms and hands out to touch William who seemed grateful as he bowed his head with us in prayer. I could feel him start to shudder and tears began to flow from his eyes as we spoke to the Lord about the love William was looking for. He reached into his pocket for a small piece of pink material he was using for a handkerchief and kept dabbing at his face. This man’s sorrows were deep and his cry for help hurt our hearts too. No one should suffer this much alone.

After we finished our prayers William stayed there with us and continued to share his heart. I tried looking deep into this man’s eyes; I didn’t want to forget any line on his face. He kept apologizing for the tears but said they felt good, like a needed cleansing. We let him cry with us and listened to all he had to say. I didn’t want to interrupt so I just kept my arm around his shoulder to let him know we were there in love.

Before he left, William looked around and asked us to remember to pray for him. It was an easy promise to make. I hugged him and whispered into his ear that though I may not see him again this side of heaven, I’d be looking for him on the other side.

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