Warning, this is a long read...but it's story worth reading!
It was a Friday afternoon. I was overtasked as usual, committing myself to more things than I should have. Yet all of the tasks on my agenda were so very important, none could really been eliminated. It had also been a long, hard week at school. More papers to grade than there were minutes in a day. Finally, Friday had arrived and relief was only hours away. But before I could relax for the weekend, I still had to take care of quite a few things for children's ministry and, oh yes, I needed to prepare a meal for a family in our church by 6 p.m. Friday night. As I left school that Friday afternoon, I debated on the order of my remaining tasks. Should I head to church first and just pick up a ready meal for the family? Or should I get the ingredients I needed for the meal from the store, cook it at church while I finished the remaining ministry tasks for the week? I had a difficult time deciding what should be the best approach. You see, I am a very efficient person and don't like to waste my time or efforts. I mulled over what the best approach would be and decided it would be the store first to get the ingredients and cook the meal while working at the church on children's ministry tasks. So, I headed out of the school parking lot around 4 p.m. and turned right on West Spencer Field Road. By the time I got even close to the light, it was closing in on 4:30 p.m. "Ridiculous!" I thought. "I'll never make it to Publix on time!" So, I did something I never, ever do. I changed my mind! Now before you make one of those, "Well, that's just like a woman" comments, you need to know that when I set out to do something, I rarely ever change my mind, especially if it requires turning around midtraffic. But that's exactly what I did. The traffic was so backed up I knew that I'd never make it to the store and then back to the church in time to cook the meal and get it to the family. So I decided it might be best if I just worked at the church for a little while and picked up a delicious ready made meal.
So, I turned around and headed back North, toward the church. The whole traffic situation and my confusion over what I was to do that day just seemed so odd to me. When I arrived at the church, I noticed a car driving slowly in the parking lot. As I turned into the parking lot, this car began to leave. It passed by me only to slow down and stop. Then I noticed the driver was slowly backing up. Though I was a little uneasy, I did the same. I partially rolled down my window and asked if I could help the gentleman in the car. He indicated he was a friend of a member of our church and they were meeting at the church that afternoon. The gentleman proceeded to tell me that he was going through hard times and that he just came up to our church to pray and seek God. I asked him his name so that I could pray for him. He looked really broken. My heart just went out to him. I then told him that I didn't see anyone at the church at the moment, but to please come on Sunday. I shared with him about the wonderful church family of PCC. How the people of PCC are so loving, friendly, and truly like family. I told him how much I hoped he would come and how I'd love to introduce him to my husband, hoping to give him a connection to another man in our congregation. He thanked me for the invitation and we said our goodbyes. As he drove off I decided being alone at the church after such an encounter was probably not a wise decision. So I was to make a second attempt to get the meal ingredients for the family's dinner. As I was leaving, I noticed my new friend stopped at the church exit and another vehicle beside him, the two drivers talking. I thought it was Renae, so I pulled over into the church median to wait. Instead, it was the church member who was friends with the gentleman I just met. We shared a greeting, he indicating that they were going to remain and pray. I indicated I would leave to get the meal for the family. I had absolutely NO IDEA what had really transpired that afternoon. It wasn't until Sunday morning that the details of Friday's events came to light.
After first service, the member who had met the troubled gentleman at the church on Friday asked me to come meet his friend. On the way to meet him, I found out the sad yet miraculous tale of the troubled gentleman in the parking lot. You see, the gentleman had intended to commit suicide that very afternoon. He had come up to the church to pray and possibly kill himself. He told me this himself after I met him Sunday morning. He had a loaded gun and it was with him in his car on that Friday. He said that things were really bad in his life, that he had done some really bad things, and that he was just empty inside. He had pulled up by the 'pretty flowers' in front of the church to pray. He kept talking about praying by the beautiful potted flowers. He said he prayed that God would give him a sign not to kill himself. It was right after he prayed this that I pulled into the church parking lot. He took my pulling into the parking lot and speaking to him as his sign from God not to kill himself. My heart was broken for him as I heard his story. I choked up and cried. All I could think of was, "Wow, God! I thank you that this gentleman is still here today!" I hugged his neck and told him how much God LOVED HIM! I assured him that I would continue to pray for him. Before he left that day, I made sure that he knew there were people who cared about him, that God loved him, and that he met my husband - after all I promised to introduce him to my husband.
I thank God for what transpired that Friday afternoon to prevent this gentleman from taking his life. God orchestrated the events of that day to save that man's life. From the traffic, to my indecision about what to do first, to my turning around in traffic and going to the church first...God was in control. He put me in the right place, at the right time, just long enough until his friend arrived. I'm so thankful for his friend who met him at the church, who prayed with him, and was there for him at a crucial time. That's a real friend. Often, we pray asking God to use us in His Works. But in praying this, I guess I always assumed that I would see the fruits of His work through me. Now I realize that we may not always see what God does through us. We may impact others for Christ in ways we may never know in this lifetime. This is what real ministry is about. This is the meaning of loving others as Christ does. Ministry can happen in ways you may never even think. God even used the beautiful potted flowers in front of the church to minister to this hurting gentlemen as he prayed.
Like this gentleman, there are others out in this world who are hurting, who are lonely, who need Christ so desperately. They need our prayers. They need us to minister to them and share with them the authentic love of Jesus Christ. They need our friendship. We need to be watching and ready to help.
If you are one who is hurting please know that you can place your hope in Christ. He loves you so much that He suffered and died for you. Simply ask Him to come into your life as your Lord and Savior. He will heal the hurts. He will bind the wounds. He will never, ever leave you. He will comfort you. Please also know that there are people willing to help you in your time of need. Just please, don't give up hope.
"Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort, 4who comforts us in all our troubles, so that we can comfort those in any trouble with the comfort we ourselves have received from God. 5For just as the sufferings of Christ flow over into our lives, so also through Christ our comfort overflows. " 2 Corinthians 1:3-5Please pray for my new friend. Please pray for others like him who are hurting and lonely.
In His Love, Cathy