This past weekend I went on the PALS conference. As we were on our way home we stopped for dinner. I was with a small group at a sonic, and across the street was an old homeless person. I asked the people around the table if I should buy him a meal and take it to him, but they insisted I didn't. I didn't excatly agree with their decision, because I knew he probably needed help and was hungry, but I listened to them. Afterwards I said a prayer to myself asking God to help him to come to Him for help. Only about three minutes later a group of young adults approached the hobo with boxes of pizza and sat down in the grassy field next to him. They circled up, held hands, and began to pray. We all looked at the group of people as one person next to me said, "Like prayer would help him." Little did that person know that prayer does help, that God listens to prayers, and he answers them in his own way. Though I didn't get the opportunity to give the man food, I was able to pray for him, and God most definately heard that prayer of mine.
Don't ever lose faith, and especially not with prayer. God answers prayers in his own way, and in his own time. For that homeless man, I pray that with that group of people that had dinner and prayer with him, that he can come to God and realize that he does have hope. He is equal with everyone else, whether he is homeless or of his past, he is still a child of God.
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