Okay, maybe I didn’t say that. I did though say: “Pirate!
Stop!” And, I have never been happier
to see a pirate...
Just finished the conversation
with a Zen Buddhist: prayed for his migraine, it began to lift and he became
convinced that we were supposed to give him a Bible. We were heading back to the center, 10
minutes later than expected. Walking up the West End, a
worker grabbed us. “Wait! Help! Some guy was sleeping at our table, two hooded
Spanish guys grabbed him, dragged him down into the side street… can you go
check on him?? Please!” How can you say no?
Around the corner, we found our new friend, let’s call him Jack. Quite wobbly, Jack was standing holding onto a rail, attempting not to roll down the street. Unfortunately had already been mugged, but seemed to still be in good spirits and was feeling up for a chat. To give you a glimpse of the hour long conversation that commenced: “Hi Jack, where are your friends? What hotel are you staying in? Can we help you get back home?” “I’ll be honest with ya, I don’t know. Hole in the wall. Good stuff. Aye. It’s your call”
As you can probably guess, he wasn’t relaying any useful information. So, we sat with Jack. Helping him drink water, trying to jog his memory with questions, occasionally asking why he was dressed like a pirate- the latter was merely a curiosity as costumes are common with holidaymakers, particularly with stag do groups. So, we continued to sit with Captain Jack…
With no progress and little
ability to extract the name of the hotel from his memory, we began to pray.
Laying our hands on Jack wasn’t at all a problem since my teammate literally
was holding him up in his arms, and I had my arm behind his head to prevent him
from continually bashing it against the metal grates. Not even five minutes after we
turned to prayer, I saw them stumble past us. One guy running down the street,
drunkenly crashing into things, and the other more sober, but still pretty
inebriated, chasing after him.
Pirates! Yes! Pirates! “Hey pirate! Stop! Do you
know this guy?” "Yes, actually I do." Thank God! We found his
friends, and I have never been happier to see a pair of pirates in my entire
life. And so, we helped guide the
pirates back to their hotel, thanking God for their costumes and answered
prayer.
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Saying a prayer that you would see some pirates stumble along a back alleyway seems a little strange, but God responds. Another great end to a night in the streets of San Antonio. And, a reminder that perhaps we should take Paul's advice to the Philippians to heart:
" Don’t worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank him for all he has done." Phil 4:6 (NLT)
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