Having a major highway come right through the middle of Childress often brings with it homeless people looking for help. I always try to help them with a room for the night, a meal or just some conversation. But recently I was particularly blessed when a man passing through town asked for a place to stay for the night. His clothes were dirty, he hadn’t bathed in a while and his accent was a little hard to understand. He said, “Most the time I sleep outside, but it’s just been too cold lately.” I told him, “Sure, I bet we can find a room and some supper.”
On our way to get a room we visited about his family, where he was from and what he was doing out on the road. When we arrived at the hotel, I got him fixed up with a room and supper. It was then that he asked, “Would it be okay if we had a prayer?” That was not an uncommon request, and I told him I’d be more than happy to pray for him. That’s when he smiled and told me, “No, I didn’t mean you pray for me, I want to pray for you.” I don’t know if it showed on my face, but that was the last thing I expected. I told him I’d be honored if he prayed for me. Then he put his hand on me and prayed. His prayer was simple, effortless, and flowed from his heart. It’s funny how I went into this thinking I was going to help him, only to come out of it feeling like I was the one who was blessed.
He thanked me for the help and I thanked him for the prayer. As I drove off I couldn’t help thinking of Hebrews 13:2, “Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some people have entertained angels without knowing it.” Angel or not, I left there feeling very blessed by a homeless man.