He Dropped the Knife and Cried

She was late; the service at church was going to start in ten minutes. Since the traffic was bad, she parked the car and decided to walk the rest of the way. She was not alone; she was being accompanied by a friend who needed crutches to walk but also thought that the best thing to do at that moment was walk.

They tried to walk down the street as quickly as they could. All of a sudden she felt some one pull on her purse. She instinctively pulled it back closer to her. Then she was grabbed by the arm. And a shrilling voice said in her ear, “Give me your purse or I will cut you up into a million pieces.”

She didn’t bother to look at the person that voice belonged to. She shut her eyes tightly and in a loud voice she said, “Dear Lord. Help me. Touch this person’s heart. In Jesus’ name I pray.”

She repeated this over and over again. Her friend tried to convince her to let go of the purse. But she just stood there with her eyes closed repeating the same lines.

Meanwhile the people walking by saw what was happening but no one dared to help her.

The young boy repeated once again but a tone louder, “Give me your purse. I will use my knife.”

She continued her prayers. But this time she spoke a bit louder.

All of a sudden she heard the metal hit the ground. She opened her eyes and noticed that the boy had dropped his knife: a simple kitchen knife. She looked at him and said, “God bless you.”

Hearing this, the boy fell to his knees and started to cry. Instead of running away she asked him why he was crying.

“I am sorry lady. I am disparate. I haven’t eaten anything all day and there is nothing to eat at home.” They boy looked as if he were around fourteen years old. His clothes were dirty. She looked at him and saw that his tears were sincere. She opened her purse, took out her wallet and handed him some money. “Here, take this and buy some food for your family.”

He dried his tears and hugged her tightly and said, “Thank you. God is blessing me already.”

With this he ran off. He was all alone. As she and her friend watched him go, her friend looked at her and said, “Your prayers were answered. His heart was touched.”

Happily they continued their walk to church and when they got there the service had just begun. Had time stopped? She was very grateful for what had just happened. God works in mysterious ways.

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(Written February 10, 2013- based on a dream)
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