I have worked two different jobs with a certain lady, whom I will call Linda. This last Friday I went to the local high school civil war football game. I enjoyed the game, but my team was slaughtered brutally. Last year, they won the state title. This year, they have lost at least two games. But that’s another story.
I saw Linda at the game and we waved at each other. That was all, at least for the time.
The game ended and we were getting ready to go when Linda came very slowly down the steps of the Grand stand. We started talking at the bottom and learned that she was getting divorced after her second marriage of 21 years. I hadn’t really been engaged in conversation too deeply, but then as she looked out onto the field, talking about how cold she was getting, I noticed she was tearing up. I dismissed it as just the cold hitting her eyes, but I knew better.
Just then, I called my wife over and we talked a few minutes and I told her my intent was to pray for her. She is a very strong believer. As I told my wife what was going on, she agreed to pray with me. Before I was half through my prayer, I began to cry and tear up myself. I could genuinely feel her hurt and pain. I told her that and she was very wet under her eyes by the end of the prayer.
That has only happened twice where I was talking with someone and felt compassion and empathy with them.
That was a divine appointment, set up by God Almighty. I would have avoided Linda because she loves to talk the hind end off of a horse, but because she was there, coming down the way with my daughter in her way, I visited with her. Glad I did or this would not have happened.