Thought I'd share this with ya'll.

Ray Peersi & the Blind Woman
This morning, I was treated to one of those Holy moments we frequently long for and rarely experience. My mother and I had plans to spend the day together, and we started our morning at McDonalds for coffee and a biscuit. After we orded, and found ourselves a seat, I found myself busy describing the stresses of working with the inner city population, children who are in need, and the general lack and poverty in the world around me. I was frustrated; couldn't understand why people couldn't SEE. And then, my mother looks at me with eyes that hardly see and said, "Do you think that man is hungry?"

Sitting across from us was an older gentleman. He had the "homeless look:" mismatched clothes, a winter coat two sizes too big, hands that had seen a LONG day at only 9 am. Mom went and bought him some coffee and a couple of biscuits and gave the tray to him and said something. He sat there for the longest time, and God told me, "Go help him fix his coffee." Do what God? You want me to do what? How about I buy him a soda instead? Maybe he doesn't even like coffee. And God said, "Holli, go fix the man's coffee." And then my mother said, "Do you think maybe he needs help with his coffee?" Ok, point taken God.

I got up, and walked over to his table and asked could I help him. He nodded his head, and for the first time I realized he was sitting there staring at the coffee cup b/c he was crying; not b/c he was "special." Ohhhhh the tears that fell alongside the cream that I poured into that coffee. He looked up at me with sclerea scarred eyes and thanked me and it was then that I saw the eagle, globe and anchor tattoo on the back of his wrist. I wanted to fall on my face right there.

I watched this morning, from the safety of my bubble of righteousness as a blind woman ministered to Ray Peersi. The blind woman saw what I missed, what I rage at others to see, what I was too busy with MY minsitry to see. She saw a hungry man, and a soul in need of touching. Thank you Lord, for giving me hands with which to touch those that others fear. Thank you Lord, for giving a blind woman sight to see what most of us miss. But thank you most of all, for the encounter with Your angel, Ray Peersi.