Yellin'

Certain Glaswegians like to yell in public. It seems to be an acceptable way of communicating on the streets. They'll just be carrying on a normal converstation, except that everyone can hear it.

So when I hear yelling, I tend to ignore it. One day last week as I was walking to the office, I heard someone yelling at another person. I was tempted to look and see if it was for me, but because of his drunken incoherence, I make the conclusion that it wasn't.

A few minutes after I arrived, the secretary called up and said there was someone downstairs to see me. Huh? I thought, 'Who could it be, is it that guy who was yelling at me?' Turns out it was. A guy who'd been to Re:Hope a few years ago, but who fell off the wagon and has been in a bad state since. I run into him a few times a year.

He wanted to see me. He was upset, and he talked about how bad his life was, how all the churches around were corrupt, and a bunch of other incoherent stuff. Everytime I see him I tell him he needs to stop running from God and turn around.

I asked him if he would like me to pray for him. After thinking about it, he said agreed. So I put my hand on his shoulder and prayed a simple blessing for peace on him and asked God to help straighten out his life. This is something I am practicing and learning about. Praying and expecting God to do something.

God did do something because after the prayer, this guy said that he felt something. That the Lord was there. His demeanor was a little more peaceful than before. He thanked me for praying for him, and said he would try to come visit church. I'm encouraged as well to see God move in someone for whom I've prayed. Praise God for intervening in broken lives!

I think I need to start paying better attention to things that happen on the street, yellin' included.