About 3 years ago a lady stopped at my house and said that she owned multiple homes and needed for me to take a look at the A/c on one of them, so I got her information and about two days later I arrived at the job.
Stepping out of my truck I’m greeted by a very spastic young man, maybe 32.
As we are walking toward the house and talking I notice he has a miter saw set on a piece of plywood, where he’s cutting shoe moulding finishing up the house making it ready for rent.
We walked in the house and I immediately notice the furnace is sitting half way out in the hallway, I turned to him and said this is very dangerous and we’re going to approach this as if I was never even here, I refused to work on it due to all the potential dangers.... it needed to be condemned, so we’re walking back outside and he’s right in my heals his phone ringing repeatedly and I don’t believe he’d stopped talking the whole time since I stepped out of the truck except for when I refused to work in the unit.
At this time I’m in my truck with the window up and he’s standing there still talking, and my motor is running.
Something spoke within me..... I turned the motor of and rolled down the window. I asked him, What is your name, “my name is Joe”. Ok Joe you seem to be caught in a storm. “I am, I feel like if I could just get into the center of the storm maybe I could breathe”.
Who is that that keeps calling on the phone and screaming at the other end?
“That’s my girlfriend we’ve got 5 kids and they drive her crazy and all I do is work all the time”.
This boys hands looked like shoe leather so I definitely believe he was honest about hard work.
So tell me something Joe, do you know Jesus? “ Oh yes I go to the Calvary Baptist Church and tabernacle Baptist Church and I’ve been baptized and I know all about it”.
Well the reason I’m asking is because where you have that chop saw set up like that is very dangerous, and I notice you have no vehicle here. What would happen if you cut your hand on that saw and you bleed out before anyone could help you, and the next thing you know your standing before a holy God, and he says... Joe what have you done that I should allow you in to my heaven?
He thought very intently for a couple of minutes and answered. “I’d say I’m a good person, I always give good prices to elderly people, I spent a couple of years in prison, but that wasn’t my fault” do you use drugs? “ oh no I don’t even drink can’t stand the taste, I don’t lie, I don’t steal, I just work all the time.
I look him in the eye and say, that’s sad, you don’t know Jesus. “I always wondered about that” that’s the storm.
So I step out of the truck and we move towards the house to sit on some cheap lawn chairs previous tenants have left behind. We’re standing there and I’m reading from the book of John and he’s listening intently. Suddenly a bag of marijuana falls on the ground between us, he looks at me and says “I don’t understand what’s happening I didn’t even have my hands in my pockets, you saw it just popped out” I was rather shocked myself. Then he says look at this he turns his hand over and there’s this huge pink fresh scar where he’d nearly cut his hand off a few weeks prior to our encounter.
Maybe it was all a coincidence?