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Daniel's Gloves


I sat, with two friends, in the picture window of a quaint restaurant 
just off the corner of the town-square. The food and the company were 
both especially good that day. 
As we talked, my attention was drawn outside, across the street. There, 
walking into town, was a man who appeared to be carrying all his 
worldly goods on his back. He was carrying, a well-worn sign that read, 
'I will work for food.' My heart sank. 

I brought him to the attention of my friends and noticed that others 
around us had stopped eating to focus on him. Heads moved in a mixture 
of sadness and disbelief. 

We continued with our meal, but his image lingered in my mind. We 
finished our meal and went our separate ways. I had errands to do and 
quickly set out to accomplish them. I glanced toward the town square, 
looking somewhat halfheartedly for the strange visitor. I was fearful, 
knowing that seeing him again would call some response. I drove through 
town and saw nothing of him. I made some purchases at a store and got 
back in my car. 

Deep within me, the Spirit of God kept speaking to me: 'Don't go back 
to the office until you've at least driven once more around the 
square.' 

Then with some hesitancy, I headed back into town. As I turned the 
square's third corner, I saw him. He was standing on the steps of the 
church, going through his sack. 

I stopped and looked; feeling both compelled to speak to him, yet 
wanting to drive on. The empty parking space on the corner seemed to b 
e a sign from God: an invitation to park. I pulled in, got out and 
approached the town's newest visitor. 

'Looking for the pastor?' I asked. 

'Not really,' he replied, 'just resting.' 

'Have you eaten today?' 

'Oh, I ate something early this morning.' 

'Would you like to have lunch with me?' 

'Do you have some work I could do for you?' 
'No work,' I replied 'I commute here to work from the city, but I would 
like to take you to lunch.' 

'Sure,' he replied with a smile. 

As he began to gather his things, I asked some surface questions. Where 
you headed?' 
St. Louis ' 

'Where you from?' 

'Oh, all over; mostly Florida ..' 

'How long you been walking?' 

'Fourteen years,' came the reply. 

I knew I had met someone unusual. We sat across from each other in the 
same restaurant I had left earlier. His face was weathered slightly 
beyond his 38 years. His eyes were dark yet clear, and he spoke with an 
eloquence and articulation that was startling He removed his jacket to 
reveal a bright red T-shirt that said, 'Jesus is The Never Ending 
Story.' 

Then Daniel's story began to unfold. He had seen rough times early in 
life. He'd made some wrong choices and reaped the consequences.. 
Fourteen years earlier, while backpacking across the country, he had 
stopped on the beach in Daytona... He tried to hire on with some men 
who were putting up a large tent and some equipment. A concert, he 
thought. 

He was hired, but the tent would not house a concert but revival 
services, and in those services he saw life more clearly. He gave his 
life over to God 

'Nothing's been the same since,' he said, 'I felt the Lord telling me 
to keep walking, and so I did, some 14 years now.' 

'Ever think of stopping?' I asked. 

'Oh, once in a while, when it seems to get the best of me But God has 
given me this calling. I give out Bibles That's what's in my sack. I 
work to buy food and Bibles, and I give them out when His Spirit 
leads.' 

I sat amazed. My homeless friend was not homeless. He was on a mission 
and lived this way by choice. The question burned inside for a moment 
and then I asked: 'What's it like?' 

'What?' 

'To walk into a town carrying all your things on your back and to show 
your sign?' 

'Oh, it was humiliating at first. People would stare and make comments. 
Once someone tossed a piece of half-eaten bread and made a gesture that 
certainly didn't make me feel welcome. But then it became hum b ling to 
realize that God was using me to touch lives and change people's 
concepts of other folks like me.' 

My concept was changing, too. We finished our dessert and gathered his 
things. Just outside the door, he paused He turned to me and said, 
'Come Ye blessed of my Father and inherit the kingdom I've prepared for 
you. For when I was hungry you gave me food, when I was thirsty you 
gave me drink, a stranger and you took me in.' 

I felt as if we were on holy ground. 'Could you use another Bible?' I 
asked. 

He said he preferred a certain translation. It traveled well and was 
not too heavy. It was also his personal favorite... 'I've read through 
it 14 times,' he said. 

'I'm not sure we've got one of those, but let's stop by our church and 
see' I was able to find my new friend a Bible that would do well, and 
he seemed very grateful. 

'Where are you headed from here?' I asked. 

'Well, I found this little map on the back of this amusement park 
coupon.' 

'Are you hoping to hire on there for a while?' 
'No, I just figure I should go there. I figure someone under that star 
right there needs a Bi ble, so that's where I'm going next.' 

He smiled, and the warmth of his spirit radiated the sincerity of his 
mission. I drove him back to the town-square where we'd met two hours 
earlier, and as we drove, it started raining. We parked and unloaded 
his things. 

'Would you sign my autograph book?' he asked... 'I like to keep 
messages from folks I meet.' 

I wrote in his little book that his commitment to his calling had 
touched my life. I encouraged him to stay strong. And I left him with a 
verse of scripture from Jeremiah, 'I know the plans I have for you, 
declared the Lord, 'plans to prosper you and not to harm you; Plans to 
give you a future and a hope.' 

'Thanks, man,' he said. 'I know we just met and we're really just 
strangers, but I love you.' 

'I know,' I said, 'I love you, too.' 'The Lord is good!' 

'Yes, He is. How long has it been since someone hugged you?' I asked. 

A long time,' he replied 

And so on the busy street corner in the drizzling rain, my new friend 
and I em b raced, and I felt deep inside that I had been changed.. He 
put his things on his back, smiled his winning smile and said, 'See you 
in the New Jerusalem.' 

'I'll b e there!' was my reply. 

He began his journey again. He headed away with his sign dangling from 
his bedroll and pack of Bibles. He stopped, turned and said, 'When you 
see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?' 

'You bet,' I shouted back, 'God bless.' 

'God bless.' And that was the last I saw of him. 

Late that evening as I left my office, the wind blew strong. The cold 
front had settled hard upon the town. I bundled up and hurried to my 
car. As I sat back and reached for the emergency brake, I saw them.... 
a pair of well-worn brown work gloves neatly laid over the length of 
the handle. I picked them up and thought of my friend and wondered if 
his hands would stay warm that night without them. 

Then I remembered his words: 'If you see something that makes you think 
of me, will you pray for me?' 

Today his gloves lie on my desk in my office.. They help me to see the 
world and its people in a new way, and they help me remember those two 
hours with my unique friend and to pray for his ministry. 'See you in 
the New Jerusalem,' he said. Yes, Daniel, I know I will... 

'I shall pass this way but once. Therefore, any good that I can do or 
any kindness that I can show, let me do it now, for I shall not pass 
this way again.' 

My instructions were to send this to four people that I wanted God to b 
less and I picked you. Please pass this to four people you want to be 
blessed. 

This prayer is powerful and there is nothing attached. Please do not 
break this pattern. Prayer is one of the best gifts we receive. There 
is no cost but a lot of rewards. Let's continue to pray for one 
another. God bless and have a nice day! 

'Father, I ask you to bless my friends, relatives and e-mail buddies 
reading this right now. Show them a new revelation of your love and 
power. Holy Spirit, I ask you to minister to their spirit at this very 
moment. Where there is pain, give them your peace and mercy. Where 
there is self-doubt, release a renewed confidence through your grace, 
In Jesus' precious Name Amen.' 

I sent this to more than four, but this story is so touching I felt 
each of you would enjoy it greatly.


GOD BLESS YOU, MY FRIEND... AND YOUR FAMILY!!! 

 

 

 

Rabbi Kaduri