He is not easily missed
burly and towering in size
Unruly long hair paired with a scruffy beard
the most gentle of eyes and kindest of gazes
He sits beside me
Staring straight ahead
musing aloud in response to my greeting
Moving aside the pleasantries
he turns to me thoughtfully
"My soul feels so sick... I really need Jesus.
It feels exhausted, and so tired....I really need Jesus.
Nothing seems to be working on my own....I really need Jesus."
He speaks of the daily inward torment
the deep realities of grief and suffering in his life
The hurtles he must overcome every moment to keep going
the all encompassing mental battles, anxieties, fears, and burdens
" I fought to come here today,
I knew I needed the body and blood of Christ to fill me
so I won't be empty anymore, so I can live."
Profound words ministering to me
from a most significant gentleman
His presence is beyond sacred
he inspires me to dance, to sing, and to believe in healing love.
