I was in McDonald’s eating an Bacon and Egg McMuffin this morning. In the corner of the restaurant sat a man who was either brain damaged or mentally ill. He was terribly disfigured and made unearthly and to be honest, rather unpleasant noises. Loud, unpleasant noises.
Being breakfast time and all, the restaurant was pack with seniors, and me :-)
To our left sat a man and his wife who were having a coffee together. The man was wearing a bright red sports jacket. I couldn’t see what his wife was wearing.
Just as the Spirit was prodding me to befriend / comfort this disabled man, who was becoming increasingly agitated about something, the man in red got up from his table, walked over to the man and sat down with him. Jesus placed his hand on one of the disabled man’s hands. He spoke with him. He looked the man in the eyes and spoke with him. He then prayed with him. The man calmed down.
We had to leave so I didn't see how this all ended. I felt guilty for knowing that I was so lacking in love and compassion that I wasn't the one to go and befriend this person.
The last time I saw Jesus was at McDonald’s this morning. It was Him, without a doubt.