Monday, I was busy running around, trying to catch up on various errands, that I'd really been wanting to get knocked out. I stopped at a convenience store in downtown Brandon. As I went in, I saw a young man outside the store, who appeared to be waiting for someone. Some time later, I came out and the same young man was still there. He approached me and asked if I, by chance, was going to Florence. I told him no, that I couldn't help him.
As I got into the car, Micheal Gosa's words from Sunday morning came back to rebuke me. "The Lord passes the plate every day...", he'd said. What was I going to put into it today? I sat there for a good 5 minutes or so, weighing all the reasons why I needed to go on and get about my business against the needs of this young man. Thankfully, Michael's words (along with lots of recalled scripture) won the battle.
His name was Jeromy. He's 20, works part time in a Mazzio's in Florence. Reason he was in Brandon, a foot, was that he'd been arrested the previous day on an outstanding warrant for violation of insurance requirement on his car. His car, of course, was impounded. As we traveled down to Florence, I learned a lot about him. His father's a pastor at some apostolic church in Florence. I told him about why I was helping him, about the core of the Kingdom - loving God, and loving our neighbors, about God's plate that he passes to us every day. I told him about the loving family of believers that worship at Meadowbrook, and asked him to come visit. Finally, as I let him out at a place in Florence, I prayed with him.
Thank you Michael Gosa, for presenting the Lord's call in such a vivid and challenging way! Thank you, Father, for blessing us each day with opportunities to love you by the way that we love others. You are truly an awesome and great God! Amen!
A Grateful Brother
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