Last week, I met
Tyrone in a parking lot. He was
homeless. He was looking to score a buck
off an easy mark like me. Well, I didn’t
have much, but I promised I would give him what I had if he would let me pray
for him. He consented and there in the
parking lot of Golden Corral I put my hand on his shoulder and lifted my voice
to Heaven on behalf of Tyrone. I gave
him a few bucks and our ways parted.
As I drove home
though, I was burdened. Can those brief
moments really change eternity for Tyrone?
It doesn’t seem like enough! Is
that how Christ felt as He walked this earth? “These moments are not long
enough; I can never touch them all!” I think He understands my emotion. That is part of why he invested so much in
His disciples so they would continue across the centuries to spread the love of
God and power of the Gospel into the lives of men and women across the globe.
I
may never see Tyrone again, but, for a few moments light was splashed across
his pathway and the love of Christ was shed abroad in his heart. I don’t know what he will do with the money I
gave him. That is not my concern. My only duty was to give and love and sow the
seed. Perhaps his eternity will be
changed forever by a moment in the presence of Christ: a moment of eternity.
