Family Friend

I was chuckling to myself as I thought of our family friend, Jimmy Carwash. He came to Sunday night Bible Study and sat next to me. He had on a nice pair of loafers and clean cords, his usual red and navy scarf wrapped around his neck, the same plaid shirt, and bandana around his head topped with the camo hat that identifies him in a crowd.

Considering someone at the mission stole his bag containing his deodorant and change of clothes, he smelled pretty good. He praised God that something had told him to stash his Bible in a pick-up truck somewhere, so it is safe, but that is it for his worldly possessions.

That, except for a warm blanket. "Ah'm gonna be warm tonight, even though the mission is closed," he said, but he just laughed when the boys and I asked where he hid that. "Not tellin," he said.

When we pulled up to his special place behind the Conaco station to drop him off, he asked for prayer for his friend Dave, who we could see was already bedded down for the night on a warehouse loading platform. "He is stubborn and won't listen to me talking about the Lord," said Jimmy, "but I'm gonna keep talkin'."

So we prayed right then for Dave and another friend Neil, who Jimmy Carwash witnesses to. And for his daughters, Faith who is 14 and another who is 16. His wife won't let him see them often. And we prayed for Jimmy to resist alcohol this week, read his Bible, and for God to provide some employment.

Would you mind praying for him too? I really think he is one of those "chosen vessels" of God, we love him and are eager to see him free so his witness will be credible in the eyes of his buddies Dave and Neil.

Chipping away at the darkness in Jackson. God can do it. All praise to His Name.