So lately it seems like I've become a magnet for empty gas cans.
Seriously, like every other day there is SOMEONE coming up to me asking for enough gas money "just to get home". I liked it, and I always helped them out until I ran into a guy that needed gas, so I swiped my 76 card and filled him up, only to have him ask/beg/and then yell at me to buy him cigarettes.
After that I got all bitter and angry at the less fortunate people around me.
I know, that's horrible, but I felt cheated, I felt like I was wasting my money on people that were lying to me and that weren't really in need of anything more than a quick buzz from there addictions.
Well tonight I ran into Jimmy.
This was actually me and Jimmy's second time together. I saw him first in Mission Valley about 3 months ago. He said he was a self-employed painter that ran out of gas and just needed enough to get back home in Spring Valley. So I threw him a $20, showed him how to get to my church via pointing, then thought, "DANG I'm generous, how awesome am I?"
Well tonight, I ran into Jimmy again.
He had the same story, but this time I remembered him, and when he said "Sorry sir, but do you have any spare change? I just need enough to get back home." I answered, "Hey Jimmy, actually no, I don't have any this time."
I figured he was lying to me, I figured that he was just scamming people into getting some money, but this time it didn't matter...
this wasn't a coincidence, God had brought Jimmy to me again, and so I was going to bring Him to Jimmy.
He remembered me too actually, he said, "Oh yeah, you're the guy that told me to go to church!"
(Which didn't sound so "generous" and "awesome" anymore, now coming from him)
And so me and Jimmy talked... and talked. He said that he had three children, and that in the past he did some "really bad stuff" (he later told me it was gang related) and so now he can't get a job because of his past, so his family is poor and his children are hungry. He said it was stressful, and his littlest child was 4, and some nights he has to make her go to sleep through tears from an empty stomach.
That broke his heart, he said he can't handle the stress anymore, and that he had to do whatever he could to get money.
My time with Jimmy now was about more than gas money, so I told Jimmy about Jesus, that He loves him and his family, that He knew his stress, He knew his pain, and that He could fix more than his financial problems, He could save his life.
So I put my arm on his shoulder, and we prayed right there in the Rite-Aid parking lot. Me and Jimmy prayed that Jesus would forgive him of his past, save him and his family, and that as he followed and trusted in Him, Jimmy's problems and stresses would come off of his shoulders and into God's hands, and I thanked God for bringing Jimmy to me again so we could both pray together.
Jimmy shook my hand, thanked me and said, "I can't wait to see you again so we can pray more."
And I honestly pray that if Jimmy happens to "run out of gas" again, God will send me his way :)
-Garrett
Seriously, like every other day there is SOMEONE coming up to me asking for enough gas money "just to get home". I liked it, and I always helped them out until I ran into a guy that needed gas, so I swiped my 76 card and filled him up, only to have him ask/beg/and then yell at me to buy him cigarettes.
After that I got all bitter and angry at the less fortunate people around me.
I know, that's horrible, but I felt cheated, I felt like I was wasting my money on people that were lying to me and that weren't really in need of anything more than a quick buzz from there addictions.
Well tonight I ran into Jimmy.
This was actually me and Jimmy's second time together. I saw him first in Mission Valley about 3 months ago. He said he was a self-employed painter that ran out of gas and just needed enough to get back home in Spring Valley. So I threw him a $20, showed him how to get to my church via pointing, then thought, "DANG I'm generous, how awesome am I?"
Well tonight, I ran into Jimmy again.
He had the same story, but this time I remembered him, and when he said "Sorry sir, but do you have any spare change? I just need enough to get back home." I answered, "Hey Jimmy, actually no, I don't have any this time."
I figured he was lying to me, I figured that he was just scamming people into getting some money, but this time it didn't matter...
this wasn't a coincidence, God had brought Jimmy to me again, and so I was going to bring Him to Jimmy.
He remembered me too actually, he said, "Oh yeah, you're the guy that told me to go to church!"
(Which didn't sound so "generous" and "awesome" anymore, now coming from him)
And so me and Jimmy talked... and talked. He said that he had three children, and that in the past he did some "really bad stuff" (he later told me it was gang related) and so now he can't get a job because of his past, so his family is poor and his children are hungry. He said it was stressful, and his littlest child was 4, and some nights he has to make her go to sleep through tears from an empty stomach.
That broke his heart, he said he can't handle the stress anymore, and that he had to do whatever he could to get money.
My time with Jimmy now was about more than gas money, so I told Jimmy about Jesus, that He loves him and his family, that He knew his stress, He knew his pain, and that He could fix more than his financial problems, He could save his life.
So I put my arm on his shoulder, and we prayed right there in the Rite-Aid parking lot. Me and Jimmy prayed that Jesus would forgive him of his past, save him and his family, and that as he followed and trusted in Him, Jimmy's problems and stresses would come off of his shoulders and into God's hands, and I thanked God for bringing Jimmy to me again so we could both pray together.
Jimmy shook my hand, thanked me and said, "I can't wait to see you again so we can pray more."
And I honestly pray that if Jimmy happens to "run out of gas" again, God will send me his way :)
-Garrett

