Today I saw an old friend from my school days. He slammed on breaks in the middle of the road, beeping his horn. He rolled the window down as he spotted me standing beside a friend’s car talking. I honestly looked around confused thinking “he’s talking to me?!” “Hey girl! How you been?!” He greeted me with exuberance and joyfully told me about his two precious kids and that his significant other was keeping him straight. He looked and seemed happy. My spirit lightened. You see, this fella has always had a soft spot in my heart. We were in the ninth grade together and had a few classes together. That October, he won me a stuffed animal and rode the Zipper with me a few times at the county fair. I remember people giving us looks as we walked around; we were an unexpected pair in friendship. For a shy, quiet, nerdy girl who was trying to learn to be comfortable in her own skin, that time he spent with me meant the world. I remember thinking how his bad wrap wasn’t all of who he was; that maybe he would, one day, be more.
The classes ended and we went on different paths in high school and our friendship grew distant. I haven’t seen him in years but I’ve seen his momma once or twice a year every year since the high school years and always ask after him. For the past 12 years, her words have gradually gotten heavier and harder to hear. Her requests for prayer for him have gotten more and more desperate. Her words lay heavy on me; I think of them often and my mind whispers prayers for them. I think of the boy he was with the kind heart and the time he invested to make a quiet classmate feel special and I try to pray for the man he has become. I pray for his freedom and life.
Today I praised God for miracles. Today I smiled as I remembered and laughed as I thought of that night at the county fair. Because today he stopped what he was doing to greet an old friend. Today he was happy. Today he had lightness. Today he had hope. Today he was healthy. Today he was proud. Today he’s fighting for his life and he’s winning. Tomorrow he will wake up to fight again and I’ll be praying to stand in the gap for him.
The first thing I want you to do is pray. Pray every way you know how, for everyone you know. 1st Timothy 2:1(Message)
“I looked for someone to stand up for me against all this, to repair the defenses of the city, to take a stand for me and stand in the gap to protect this land so I wouldn’t have to destroy it. I couldn’t find anyone. Not one. . .“ Ezekiel 22:30(Message)
But Jesus’ priesthood is permanent. He’s there from now to eternity to save everyone who comes to God through him, always on the job to speak up for them. Hebrews 7:25 (Message)