A minister passing through his church in the middle of the day.
Decided to pause by the altar and see who had come to pray.
Just then the back door
opened, a man came down the aisle.
The minister frowned as he saw the man hadn't shaved in a while.
His shirt was kinda shabby and his coat was worn and frayed.
The man knelt, he bowed his head, then rose and walked away.
In the days that followed, each noon time came
this chap.
Each time he knelt just for a moment, a lunch
pail in his lap.
Well, the minister's suspicions grew, with robbery a main fear.
He decided to stop the
man and ask him, "What are you doing here?"
The old man said, he worked down the road. Lunch was half an hour.
Lunchtime was his
prayer time, for finding strength and power.
"I stay only
moments, see, because the factory is so far away;
As I kneel here talking
to the Lord, this is kinda what I say:
"I JUST CAME AGAIN
TO TELL YOU, LORD, HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND EACH
OTHER'S FRIENDSHIP AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.
DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS JIM
CHECKING IN TODAY."
The minister feeling
foolish, told Jim, that was fine.
He told the man he was
welcome to come and pray just anytime.
Time to go, Jim smiled,
said "Thanks." He hurried to the door.
The minister knelt at
the altar, he'd never done it before.
His cold heart melted,
warmed with love, and met with Jesus there.
As the tears flowed, in
his heart, he repeated old Jim's prayer:
"I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD, HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND EACH
OTHER'S FRIENDSHIP AND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.
I DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.
SO, JESUS, THIS IS ME
CHECKING IN TODAY."
Past noon one day, the
minister noticed that old Jim hadn't come.
As more days passed
without Jim, he began to worry some.
At the factory, he
asked about him, learning he was ill.
The hospital staff was worried, but he'd given them a thrill.
The
week that Jim was with them, brought changes in the ward.
His
smiles, a joy contagious. Changed
people, were his reward.
The head nurse couldn't
understand why Jim was so glad,
when no flowers, calls or cards came,
not a visitor he had.
The minister stayed by
his bed, he voiced the nurse's concern:
No friends came to show
they cared. He had nowhere to turn.
Looking surprised, old Jim spoke up and with a winsome smile;
"the nurse is wrong, she couldn't know, that in here all the while
everyday
at noon He's here, a dear friend of mine, you see,
He sits right down,
takes my hand, leans over and says to me":
"I JUST CAME AGAIN
TO TELL YOU, JIM, HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN,
SINCE WE FOUND THIS
FRIENDSHIP, AND I TOOK AWAY YOUR SIN.
ALWAYS LOVE TO HEAR YOU
PRAY, I THINK ABOUT YOU EACH DAY,
AND SO JIM, THIS IS
JESUS CHECKING IN TODAY."
May God hold you in the
palm of His hand and Angels watch over you. ~Author
Unknown~
To the world, you may just be somebody...but to
somebody, you may be the world.
Bill Wilson, Metro Ministries
Richard D. Dover
In His
Steps Ministries
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