As I approached the check-out, I looked over to see a healthy-looking man who appeared to be in his thirties, pushing a suffering man in a wheelchair.  It was a sight to behold, one sure to bring any tender-hearted soul to tears.  The emaciated, sickly-looking man sitting in the chair was covered head-to-toe with sores and bruises, holding his oxygen tank.  AIDs was a sure bet.  The caregiver exuded kindness, patience and long suffering as he hovered over his patient from the check-out to the vehicle they shared.  The process of getting the man out of the chair and into the car was lengthy enough to allow me to get two carts of groceries scanned at the register and complete my payment.  I felt compelled to connect with these likely unsaved souls, so I eyeballed them so as not to miss my opportunity.

Once I’d pounced on them out in the parking lot and chatted for awhile, the sick man said, “I’m dying”.  It was sobering.  We had a pleasant time of interaction and they allowed me to pray for them.  I was pretty nervous, but figured I didn’t really have anything to lose, but they had pretty much every thing to lose, so what the heck? 

I was hoping that by the end of my prayer they would be radically repentant, saved and healed by the power of God.  Well, let’s just say it wasn’t instantaneous .  But I won’t stop trying.    Who knows, maybe I’ll run into them again at the store – healed, saved and praising God!  Why not?  Let’s dream big.