11/11/2013
VETERAN'S DAY 2013
DIVINE APPOINTMENTS: Off work at 7am today feeling melancholy. I always do on Veteran's Day. My Dad was in the Air Force during the Korean Conflict. He passed in 2005, but I miss him so very much. He was a great Dad, kind, gentle, loving. So as always, I left some tears out. But I had this urge to fix a new kind of soup beans so I went to the grocery store. I started to go to my usual one, but was detoured for some reason to a different one. It was then I saw him.
A real tall man, long blonde hair, with a weathered look about him. He was setting up a little table with veteran things like flags, pens, and various other things which he sells to help support the vets :) As soon as I saw him, the tears came to my eyes and I couldn't stop them as I approached him. I went on in the store, but couldn't stay there. I had to offer him my thanks for serving as he was clearly a veteran.
I must have looked quite silly for I walked in the store, made a half-circle and walked right back out to get a cart...but it wasn't the cart that I was supposed to get. I went to him and said, "You're a veteran, aren't you?" He had big tears in his eyes. His face was weathered, but he was clearly a kindly man who had experienced more than most people will ever experience. We talked briefly, and I said, "Can I give you a hug?" His tears gave way when I asked that. Through those tears and the hug, I felt his pain of the experiences he had in several tours of duty during Veit Nam.
So I walked over and hugged him, and thanked him for all he did to keep us safe. We talked briefly and I went into the grocery store. When I came back out, I couldn't help but stop to talk to him some more...I sensed he was glad. I told him Dad had served and I watched the tears slither down his cheeks again. He was grateful for all his fellow veterans, but angry at how his government had abandoned him and his fellow vets when they returned home. I let him talk. I wanted to honor his grief so I was silent, and simply listened.
When he stopped talking, I asked him if I could pray for him. More tears. He said he hadn't been in church for many years and wasn't sure it would or could help him because he "wasn't a believer anymore." Cue! I said that was ok, but I would like your permission to pray for you. He grabbed my hand and right there outside the grocery store, I prayed. I thanked him for his dedicated service, and then I prayed for his soul. It was a short prayer, but in looking at his eyes, he was grateful, as a matter of fact, he was all over, a grateful man in spite of his sadness. We talked just a little more, and then we parted. I told him I was glad we got to talk, then I left for home.
I'm not convinced that the bean soup was the purpose for the day. I am convinced this was a DIVINE APPOINTMENT. A MOMENT WHEN I WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THERE FOR SOMEONE SUFFERING. SOMEONE WHO NEEDED A KIND WORD...SOMEONE WHO UNDERSTOOD HIS PAIN DESPITE NOT HAVING LIVED THE HORRORS HE HAD SEEN. HE SIMPLY NEEDED A FRIEND, A SAVIOR. MY PRAYER IS THAT HE CONNECTS WITH THE ONE WHO ALSO UNDERSTANDS THE PAIN OF SUFFERING SO THAT OTHERS COULD LIVE WHILE HE PUT HIS LIFE ON THE LINE FOR US...JUST LIKE JESUS CHRIST DID FOR ALL OF MANKIND. PLEASE KEEP MIKE IN YOUR PRAYERS. MATTER OF FACT, KEEP ALL OUR SERVICE MEN AND WOMEN IN YOUR PRAYERS DAILY.
I WAS, AND CONTINUE TO BE BLESSED WITH THIS BRIEF ENCOUNTER IN, OF ALL PLACES, THE GROCERY STORE. :)