He was standing in front of the Hotel at Old Town, looking like he was waiting for someone. He was dressed in a hoodie and athletic pants, and part of me thought he was a coach or something. So as I walked by, I asked him my question. It felt good. I hadn't walked through Old Town in a while for this project.
He leaned toward me to make sure he heard me right. "Pray for me?" he said, and then, "Absolutely." No hesitation at all. So I prayed for him -- telling God that I didn't know this man or whether he was a believer, but that God would bless him that night. Then I stuck out my hand to shake his, and he thanked me. He said he was from Iowa. He was still standing there waiting as I walked away.
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