He was rearranging patio chairs outside the Warren Theatre in Old Town. He was an employee there, a big guy with dreadlocks. I saw him as I came out of the parking garage.
I stopped by the fence surrounding the patio. No one was sitting in there. It was kind of a cool evening. I got his attention. He was 10 feet from me, and he didn’t step any closer. But he barely hesitated when I asked my question. “Sure!” he said. I clarified that I wanted to pray for him right then. I got another, “Sure!” So I prayed.
His name tag said James. We shook hands before I walked away.
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