The next day, I secretly hoped he wouldn’t be there. Of course that meant God wasn’t in this, but that would have been fine. He was there. “Hi. My name is Sam, and, uh, I believe God has been asking me to pray for you.” Awkward pause, look anywhere but his face, take a breath. “God, I think, put your smiling face into my prayer life and, uh, he told me to pray for your head, there’s nothing wrong.” He took my hand in his and began to smile. I thought it was good he wasn’t freaking out about this strange woman accosting him about prayer.
“It was just your head, and you were smiling — a huge smile. This has been going on for six weeks, always the same message: pray for his head there’s nothing wrong....” He was smiling now the same way as the picture in my head, and he had my hand in both of his. I was beginning to feel even more weirded out. “... and last night he told me to tell you that I’d been praying for you.”
“I can’t believe this!” he said. “I’m a missionary on my way to Japan. I don’t need money, everything’s set...” That cracked me up - “Hi. I’m a missionary [quick — run the other way before he asks for support]. “I’m leaving for Japan – this is my last week in the states, and even though everything’s taken care of, six weeks ago, I began to worry that I wouldn’t be able to learn the language. Here you are telling me that God’s had me covered the whole time! Thank you, thank you so much! This is amazing! This is wonderful!”
Our church was not sponsoring him, and no one I knew, knew who he was or anything about him. It’s a Twilight Zone, astonishingly humbling experience — being part of a miracle. It has nothing to do with you, everything to do with God, and it’s stunning.
Fantastic
May God bless him on his mission.