It was such a beautiful warm morning here in Maine. Almost like a spring day. Wait, wasn't it just 15 below two days ago. I was on my way home from setting up the coffee table at our church, and I drove by someone that I've wanted to meet, and thank personally. Today, I had the opportunity, and so do you,
He is known as the man with the cross. This blessing of a man spends his day walking around town, stopping here and there, lifting up his cross , praying. If you stop at a light, or a stop sign, he will more than likely stop with you, lift up his cross to heaven, and pray for you. He does this daily.
It seems unusual for us to see someone walking around publicly talking to God. Giving Him Glory. Singing praises to Him, without a care as to what anyone thinks.
I'm sure this man has had his share of hurtful comments and harsh words screamed out car windows from those very people he probably prays for.
The question I ask myself is WHY? Why are we as people, so uncomfortable seeing someone unashamed to love God? Are we uncomfortable because we are really being convicted? So we rationalize the guy with the cross and say, "He's just crazy". We hide God and our love for Him when we are around certain people. In a public place. We take God out of our pocket, off the shelf, when it works for us. Put Him back when it doesn't. Wasn't Jesus the man with the cross. The man who carried a cross for us so long ago. The cross He hung from to take on our sins, for us? (Sorry all. I'm talking to myself right now.)
"My mother loved Jesus, and was never afraid to let people know it. She always told me to give Jesus all the glory and praise. Not to be afraid to show Him to everyone." "When you see me wave my cross in the air, I'm praising God."
I'm glad I stopped and took a moment to meet "the guy with the cross". I can tell you, he's not crazy. I could use a little of his boldness for Christ. I am also eternally grateful to have met the other guy with the cross. Jesus, over 20 years ago. That guy with the cross, Jesus, saved my life, my marriage, my family.
I thanked him for praying for our city, and the people in it. He said he too could always use prayer, if I ever could.
I assured him that I will pray for him when ever our paths cross.
"Bless you and your family Dear. Blessings to you and your family."
And to you cross man, blessings to you.
Hugs From Maine