I’m a home Stager. My job is advising home owners, who are going to sell their houses, how to prepare their homes for the market.
Before going to one of my Staging appointments, I had lunch with a Christian friend. As we left each other, she prayed beautifully. When she was done, I said, “Amen.” And added, “I don’t pray in front of others very often.”
She’d said, “That’s normal for newer Christians. You will pray as you continue the journey.”
The exterior of my Staging client’s house looked good. The owner just needed to clear out branches downed by the recent storm.
When I entered, he invited me into his living room to sit down. He started telling me about losing his job of 35 years, a mystery illness that had whittled him down by a 100 pounds and caused oozing sores to fester on his face, scalp and private areas, his dogs had died (or were poisoned) and, “I’m going to lose this house!” he said. “I don’t know what to do!”
He stopped abruptly and said, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to go on about my troubles. I have people praying for me. You can pray for me, too.”
His invitation to pray for him came across as a throw-away comment like the ones people say mechanically: Have a nice day. How are you? Keep me in your prayers.
I said, “I’m going to pray for you right now.”
And I did with tears streaming down my face.
He thanked me. He thanked me several more times as we walked around his house and I did the Staging consultation.
Although I went to Guatemala on a medical mission, it’s clear to me that my mission work is where ever I am. It’s also clear that the Holy Spirit is guiding me in how to respond to people like this client. Before I was born again, an encounter with this particular client would have creeped me out. I would have stuck to the business at hand.
Thank you, Jesus, for the grace to pray for the soul who’d asked me to.