Sometimes sharing Christ takes interesting forms. For months I left the church well into the late night hours. Periodically I would see a man huddled on the corner of our property. At first I feared the man. You see our neighborhood is rough and we have many homeless individuals that roam the street at night. So, for the most part I avoided him. However, I could not avoid him when he began to visit our church services. When I finally approached the man, I found himto be delightful (yes, a bit smelly, but a joy to know). Things began to change in our relationship. When I would leave the church at night I always included a stop to see "Dave" on my way out. Months had passed and we shared so many great conversations. I quickly learned that Dave wanted nothing more from me than friendship. He asked for nothing and required nothing other than a good conversation. After several months Dave vanished. I feared the worst. I made some calls and found nothing. Dave appeared to have left. I was a little dissapointed that my new friend would leave without saying a word. 3 Months passes when I was shocked to see him again. The story that he shared was one that surprised me. He had turned himself into authorities. He had a 3 month jail term to serve, and he wanted to serve that so he could get on with his life. He wanted to serve Christ but knew that this was a responsibility he had to deal with. Shortly after being released we linked up again. He entered a treatment home for drug abuse, and recommitted his life to Christ. He secured gainful employment and after time even purchased a truck. He worked hard everyday because he
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