This story starts months ago, when two people first caught my attention. It was a Sunday morning at our church and there was confusion in the aisle during worship. I looked back about two rows from where I was sitting on the front row, and saw security taking one of the homeless men out of the service. His wife was crying… he was drunk and needed to be removed because of the distraction he was creating. I have seen him and her several times since then in church. I am thankful that we bus in over 100 homeless people every Sunday, and I am thankful that there is a place for them in our church.
A few weeks later I noticed them again and they were sitting near the front, sober and entering into worship and the service. For several weeks they were there. They seemed to be doing really good for several weeks. I had a brief conversation with him one Sunday and he is a nice guy. God was really working in their lives.
Then all of a sudden, one Sunday I saw them walk in before service… he was staggering quite severely… and I watched them make their way to the front and sit right behind where I would be sitting. Service started and he was talking quite a bit…. she was trying to keep him quiet. It was obvious to all around him that he was drunk again. During the message he let out a curse…the f bomb actually… and I turned and cautioned him to be quiet. He was very apologetic to me and others around him. He felft bad that he had done this. His wife leaned forward and told me he had fallen asleep and was dreaming. The thing that really touched me was how soft his heart was and how sorry he was for doing that.
I had not seen them for several weeks until last Friday. It was raining very hard and I saw them walking through a parking lot. He was pushing a shopping cart with all of their belongings in it. I was stopped at a traffic light where I could watch them for a few minutes. It was very obvious he was drunk again, and could not walk well. His hair was messed up, he was bent over, his clothes were unkempt, he was struggling.
I remembered back to the times I saw him when he was sober and to my brief conversation with him and I remembered how intelligent he sounded and what a nice man he was that day. Then I got angry. And I am still angry. I am angry at Satan for the hold he has on this man through alcohol. I am angry that his life is in such bondage.
Friday, when I saw him I prayed for him and his wife, for several minutes. I prayed for him Saturday and again today. I don’t know what I can do to help him. If I give him money while he is drunk I am pretty sure where it will go. So all I know to do is be angry at the devil, and pray for him. I asked one of my fellow Pastors at Church this morning if he remembered them and what his name is. His name is Steve.
So, my anger at the devil, over what he has done to Steve, has motivated me to pray daily for Steve, the homeless man. I am praying that God will protect him, lead him back to church, and put people in his pathway that will exemplify the Love and Grace of Jesus so much that it will take root in Steve’s life. Maybe you would say a prayer for Steve the homeless man with me.
As we travel on the High Road, lets take notice of all the Steve’s out there that are held in Satans grip and pray them into freedom through Jesus.