Standing with my mom and April going over wedding invitations lists and other what-nots, an older man approached us, showing us a stack of flyers that he was handing out.
"See this stack," he said using his hands, then extending them out to illustrate, "Used to be much bigger."
He was handing out the flyers in exchange for $25 from some company far enough away that he and his co-workers had to get in a "little ol' red truck" and drive there. And the truck was low on gas.
Now I fancy myself as someone who can read people. And their intentions. It's a God-given gift of mine. No lie. And I read this man's sincerity when he asked if we had any money to help buy gas. It just so happened...
...I had a backpack full of our gear that we used earlier scouting the streets of downtown Dallas. I reached in the car and pulled out a couple bucks and a Bible and handed it to him.
"Thanks man, I got it now.'
I pointed at the Bible and said, "You got it ALL now."
"I sure did, and I'm gonna go to your ministry. I promise."
I guess he misunderstood that when I told him we have an outreach ministry, that we didn't also have an actual building in which we reach from. Nevertheless, he loved that Bible.
My mom also handed him $5 and he walked away, very thankful for the help. Off to get his hard-earned $25 with his pals.
As he went I yelled, "God bless!"
