He was someone’s son, or perhaps someone’s brother, or father.
He could’ve been me, or possibly you.
But it was one solitary figure seated, hunched over at the take-out Chinese place that day, that drew my attention.
His hair was long, and his beard was straggly and quite overgrown.
His clothing looked old and worn,
and his skin appeared as though it weathered many hot summers and frigid winters as well.
On the table in front of him sat an old wool blanket, neatly folded that although worn, somehow withstood the test of time.
No sooner had I got in line, I heard the Holy Spirit whisper, “Ask him if he is hungry.”
I stepped over to his table and asked,
“Are you hungry?”
“Yes.” He quickly answered.
“What would you like?” I asked.
“Anything!”
I finished ordering for us, and soon I carried the food over to him.
I set the plate in front of him and he looked up at me with the deepest, darkest eyes I had ever seen.
There was something so beautiful and innocent about his face. I really can’t explain it.
I almost felt a familiar presence when I stood near him.
As I left, I turned to him and said, “God loves you.”
He looked at me and nodded.
“Is he, Lord?” I asked God as I approached my car.
“Is he one of Your angels, Father?”
I suddenly felt as if I already knew the answer to that question.
Never forget to entertain strangers: for some have entertained angels unawares. Hebrews 13:2