We speak to people in passing with our heads turned downward or looking past them to our next step. How many eyes gazing through brokenness and hopelessness do we miss the opportunity to pray for because we have stopped being present in every moment but instead we are trying to keep our eyes from sharing our own battles? I love to share the story about the time my husband saw a guy walking in an outdoor mall and in this case his eyes were exposing tears. He said the weight on the guy's face was so heavy and he looked so worried that he, hesitantly, stopped him and asked him if he could pray for him. He said the guy began to cry even harder and my husband, by this point, was rethinking this entire decision. It’s no secret that we are in a world where crazy eyes can expose scary truths so it’s no wonder people don’t take these type of comfort zone stretching more often. At any rate, it turned out that the guy had accepted his call to preach the gospel but lacked the support of his family. He said he was walking, crying, asking God to send him someone to pray for him and encourage him in that particular moment. He shared that he grew up with (and still had) family members who are very racist so for God to send a black man to pray over him, He knew that not only is God bigger than the things we give little (g)OD access to but also receiving the revelation of seeing the goodness of all people, no matter what they look like.
We speak to people in passing with our heads turned downward or looking past them to our next step. How many eyes gazing through brokenness and hopelessness do we miss the opportunity to pray for because we have stopped being present in every moment but instead we are trying to keep our eyes from sharing our own battles? I love to share the story about the time my husband saw a guy walking in an outdoor mall and in this case his eyes were exposing tears. He said the weight on the guy's face was so heavy and he looked so worried that he, hesitantly, stopped him and asked him if he could pray for him. He said the guy began to cry even harder and my husband, by this point, was rethinking this entire decision. It’s no secret that we are in a world where crazy eyes can expose scary truths so it’s no wonder people don’t take these type of comfort zone stretching more often. At any rate, it turned out that the guy had accepted his call to preach the gospel but lacked the support of his family. He said he was walking, crying, asking God to send him someone to pray for him and encourage him in that particular moment. He shared that he grew up with (and still had) family members who are very racist so for God to send a black man to pray over him, He knew that not only is God bigger than the things we give little (g)OD access to but also receiving the revelation of seeing the goodness of all people, no matter what they look like.