Heading out of the grocery store tonight, a young man stopped me asking for a dollar.
"I'm not even going to lie to you ma'am, I don't want to be doing this. I just thought if I asked 20 people for a dollar, I could do my laundry and get some food. I'm sleeping in a stairwell right now. I'm not on meth, I smoke weed once in a while when I'm sad... but that's it."
This kid had to be about 22 yrs old perhaps. And he wasn't lying, he wasn't a drug addict.
So we talked. I asked him, what he was running from, and where he's thinks he's headed. He told me how he ended up out here so far away from home (he's from South Carolina), gave me a brief run-down on how he met a girl, and a white guy brought him out here. (Insert chuckle) He works hard at skating he says, it's all he has. His family didn't want him, so he doesn't know where he's going or what he's going to do. But he skates. And he's intelligent he says, he was in the army. He's just lost.
By time I told him I was on the street once, and a run away a long time ago, and how GOD called me out and led me to JESUS, and I finally didn't have to run anymore... he said he believed in GOD and had been baptized. And what a blessing for I was able to share with him how that must be why he doesn't seem so lost for someone who is lost, because he knows CHRIST is with him no matter where he goes.
I invited him to FPCH on Sunday if he wants a meal and I'll be there most likely. It was a blessing to have at least that direction to point him to, since he has no other family or community resources out here. How my heart ached to leave him out there and walk away from him, someone used to being left alone. I always feel like I could be doing more...
I promised him we'd pray for him. That the LORD show him the way out of the street, (the way home to HIM)... so let's all have a moment of prayer for Roderick.