There….small prayers for a man who loves miss Rahab to much… very much!

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Now!!! Good Day! Of to my Prince at The Bank….blah, blah, blah…

I can remember at such a young age, living in the southern part of Mississippi, there used to be an old man (with a long gray beard, rugged looking), that I would see walking along the side of the highway in front of my parents house. He would go for walks frequently, as he lived about a mile from my residence. I would often call the man to the fence and talk with him. One day, I knew that Mom had just made a lemon pie. I saw the man was nearing the front of my residence and I quickly went in side the house and ask Mom if she would give me a slice of pie, so that I could give it to the old man. She then gave me a slice of pie and I ran out of the house and as nearing the fence, I called the old man over and gave him the slice of pie. He ate the pie and handed me back the saucer and gave much thanks. Years later, I found out the old man had passed away and I also found out that this man, although he lived in a shack… he was worth millions of dollars.

Another time as I was much older, around the age of 18, I used to frequent a local fast food diner that served fried chicken. By this time, I had moved from my mother and fathers home and started renting a room for $15.00 a week in town, while working at a grocery store during the day. I would often visit the local diner after work. On one particular day, I ordered some chicken and was sitting at a table eating the food, while an older man walked in and approached the order window and ask to order some food. I then saw him reach into his pocket and he pulled out some small change. James told this man he did not have enough of money to buy any food. Before I finished eating, I got up and told the man to come with me, that I would bring him to my room and fix him some sandwiches, so that he could eat (I had a small dorm refridgerator). We got to my room, I fixed him the sandwiches and gave him a glass of milk, he ate and drank and then he offered me the small change he had in his pocket. I refused his money and told him to hang on to it, that he may need it one day. He said thanks, that God would look out for me, for doing a good deed. He also said he was passing through town, hitch hiking to Florida. We said our goodbyes and I thought that was that. The next day I went back to the local diner. As soon as I entered, James asked me, did you bring that old man to your room and feed him and I said yes I did, the old man told me he was passing through town hitch hiking to Florida. James started laughing and said, that old man has been in this town for over 10 years, that he is not passing through this town, nor hitch hiking to Florida. I told James, that did not matter to me, that I was happy to have helped the old man anyway. I also knew that James would throw away lots of left over fried chicken at the end of the night and that James could have feed the old man with out any real loss.

Years later, I found myself in need. I needed $200.00, my car was broke down, so I walked to a store to the pay phone to call my uncle to see if he could loan me the money. At the time, I did not have phone service at my home. My aunt answered the phone and told me that my uncle was not in, that I could try calling back the next day. The next day I was on my way to the store walking on the side of the road. I always would look towards the ground when walking. About midway to the store, I noticed a 100 dollar bill folded in half on the ground. I reached down and picked it up and put it in my pocket. Just by chance I looked back down again and saw another 100 dollar bill folded in half on the ground. I also put that in my pocket and returned to my home. I received what I needed without ever having to call my uncle back to ask for $200.00. The Lord does work in mysterious ways and I was greatful.

I do believe that if we were to all share with one another, then there would be no real need from others. And that we would then know, who was not in need.

Many of us often judge other people, while at the same time, we’ve not walked in there shoes.