Today I met a man lying on the street. At first glance, he looked lifeless. I touched him and asked if he was alright. He answered “yes,” but in a way that said, 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒.
So I asked one more question: “Would you like a sandwich?”
His eyes opened. He looked at me. And when he realized I was serious, he sat up. I gave him the sandwich, and he was deeply grateful.
As we talked, he told me his story. He said he was the farthest, most wretched sinner from God. That God didn't want him. That everyone hates him—his family, the world, even himself. He has no friends. His life, in his words, has been reduced to alcohol and the sewers of the ghetto. He said he usually never talks to anyone because he is a despised man. But for some reason, he felt I was different.
So I listened.
I opened the Bible and showed him how much God loves him, that God has been looking for him all along, and that His promises are still true—even for someone cast out on the dirty streets. As we spoke, he was crying so much. He kept saying he didn’t believe God could want him.
But after a long conversation, something changed.
Right there on the street, he prayed to Jesus Christ.
What moved me most was the contrast: at the beginning, he saw himself as a man far from God, despised by all, buried in a hell of sin. But God came to him right where he was and poured the life of His Word and His love into this man’s heart.
Never underestimate what God can do through a simple act of love—and never forget that no one is beyond His reach.
Lawrence Bowman
www.MissionFrontier.info
So I asked one more question: “Would you like a sandwich?”
His eyes opened. He looked at me. And when he realized I was serious, he sat up. I gave him the sandwich, and he was deeply grateful.
As we talked, he told me his story. He said he was the farthest, most wretched sinner from God. That God didn't want him. That everyone hates him—his family, the world, even himself. He has no friends. His life, in his words, has been reduced to alcohol and the sewers of the ghetto. He said he usually never talks to anyone because he is a despised man. But for some reason, he felt I was different.
So I listened.
I opened the Bible and showed him how much God loves him, that God has been looking for him all along, and that His promises are still true—even for someone cast out on the dirty streets. As we spoke, he was crying so much. He kept saying he didn’t believe God could want him.
But after a long conversation, something changed.
Right there on the street, he prayed to Jesus Christ.
What moved me most was the contrast: at the beginning, he saw himself as a man far from God, despised by all, buried in a hell of sin. But God came to him right where he was and poured the life of His Word and His love into this man’s heart.
Never underestimate what God can do through a simple act of love—and never forget that no one is beyond His reach.
Lawrence Bowman
www.MissionFrontier.info
