It was a chilly evening in Old Town, and I crossed his path as he was getting ready to cross First Street, just south of the Hotel at Old Town. He was a young guy with a short beard, and he looked at me kind of funny when I asked my question. "Yes ... Why?"
That's always a good question. So I told him about my project, about wanting to pray for one person every day. "I would appreciate that," he said then. So I prayed. He chuckled a little during my prayer as I told God that I didn't know this guy, but I prayed that God would be with him that night in whatever he was doing. The man thanked me when I was done. "Happy Ash Wednesday," he said.
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