I posted recently about the burden of praying for all my homeless friends by name and shared the list on this blog. In fact, I even offered a follow up post on it – largely because it drew such a rich response.
Afterward, I have given much fresh thought to prayer, though my prayers seem stale. And meanwhile, the names just keep being added to it. The burden only deepens and widens. Prayer is the MAIN thing I have to offer to my street friends. Occasionally I have a bit of spare change. Occasionally, I have socks, blankets, food or more. It seems fairly rare these days, but of course Fat Beggars has always majored in sharing worship. But mostly I am reduced to prayer.
Reduced to prayer.
There is so much more commitment that could be entertained, it would seem. Prayer – is that everything?, anything?, or nothing??? If that is all you offer, is that effectively “faith without works”? But what is works of any kind without prayer?
I could chase such bunnies all day. Meanwhile, I know I used to do so much more than I do nowadays.
But there is another element going on here, and it is the real reason I write today:
I am ashamed to say this, but I failed to add a name a while back. I tried to burn it in my memory at the time (as I was driving the car), but I failed. I got the wife’s name, but failed to get the husband’s name. And this happened a couple of months ago when I gave both of them a lift. It was just two. The only two I saw all that day. Should’a been easy.
But, what can I say, God is good! I bumped into the guy again yesterday. I know this, not because I recognized his face, but because when we talked he remembered me! But here’s the real kicker. He remembered me from years ago, not from the car ride a few weeks back. He remembered when I spent the night on the street out by the old St. Benedicts Chapel, back when it was still located on Broadway. And once he got to reminiscing on it, I remembered him too! His hair is much longer now, so his appearance is different, but as I recall our first meeting, I think we really hit it off. But sadly, I had totally forgot him since.
He reported to me that his wife is in jail just now and asked for prayers on her behalf – which of course I am already doing!
Anyway, I write all of this to set the stage for saying this:
His name is Jim; he’s on the list now.