My New Friend Frank Patrick
I don’t imagine Frank is different than most of us. Fifty-Four, good health, clean-shaven, very polite, and well-spoken. The only difference is Frank has run out of luck.
I am in Little Rock, Arkansas on business today. I walked two blocks down from the “comfy” confines of my above average Marriot hotel near the river walk area to grab a late dinner. On my return as I crossed the bare street that I am sure is filled with cars and folks during the day, I hear…”hey big man”…(guess that’s me). I turn, while continuing to walk as a polite black dude comes up to me. He gives me the same “song and dance” we have all heard about how he needs something to eat. My wife says I have the gift of discernment, as I do not help every person who asks.
Frank is very polite, and kindly inquires do I have a minute. Of course I do, but I want to say I don’t. I reply… “ how can I help?” He tells me he is hungry. He holds out a handful of pennies and says the last person gave him those. Might have been 50 cents there. I stopped and put my hand on his shoulder and asked if he could tell me his story? He obliged. Frank was from Forrest City, Arkansas. Never married, no kids and was living with his 72 year old mom up until 8 months ago. Was laid off at his job there so came to Little Rock for work. He had an apartment but recently lost it and is living on the streets.
How many Frank’s do I pass by every day and ignore? How many people in my own community and neighborhood are struggling like Frank? How many times does God have these people “bump” into us as we go about our busy lives? How do we respond?…Ignore?, God Bless you? Good Luck? Get a job? Leave me alone you bum?…
It hurts me to think how many Frank’s I have passed by.
I listened, I gave him a measley $5 (I just spent $23 on a beers and dinner) and then I asked if I could pray for him? He of course obliged. I laid my hand on his shoulder, prayed for Gods blessings and wisdom for Frank. He simply smiled and replied with a thank you. Then he did the craziest thing, he asked if I had a Bible in my hotel room? I did and told him so. He said to read Luke 6:38. I asked him what the verse was and he said to just go read it. I just did, now I wonder just who Frank Patrick is? Maybe God put him there to bless me more than I blessed him? Or was it Him?
“Give, and it will be given to you; a good measure—pressed down, shaken together, and running over—will be poured into your lap. For with the measure you use, it will be measured back to you.” Luke 6:38