He Was a Man
When I was a young minister, I came across a man who was addicted to alcohol who was living on the streets.
The man said with a slur in his voice, “Hell is just a disinfesting place!!!”
As I have told several people over the years, this man’s proclamation forever changed the landscape of my consciousness.
He set in motion a profound transition from believing in eternal hell to believing in Universal Reconciliation.
But what was his reward?
He must have walked in the prophetic, just like I do,
He must have had a loving heart, just like I have.
He must have been destined for greatness, just like I am.
So why when he, an older African American Male who was obviously going through tribulations and trials, made his avowal did I not run to him and grab him and begin to pray that whatever the enemy was doing to derail his destiny be reversed and he be lifted high up on a hill so that men might see his good works and glorify their father in heaven?
Why, all of these years, when I have told the story of this man, have I treated him like a prop or a supporting character in my story rather than a man of his own, with his own hopes, dreams, and aspirations?
I remember reading the way in which Yogananda would sometimes talk about Indian Peasants in Autobiography of a Yogi, it was in this similar manner as if they were props or supporting characters in some grand Yogi’s story rather than women and men with their own hopes, dreams, and aspirations.
Or have you ever noticed the way that the people who were healed by Jesus in the Gospels were rarely given names, they were often just “a blind man” or “a demoniac” or “a lame man” as if they were little more than props in the story that the disciples were telling about Jesus and themselves,
But right now I assert to you that that man that I met was a man!
He was a man with a destiny and the prophetic anointing to see beyond eternal hell and show me a more excellent way!!!!
And so now I pray, “Lord God, please forgive me for all of the people that I have treated like props or supporting characters in my story. Please help me to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that every homeless man or woman I bless has a name and a life and a destiny and a story and an anointing, help me to see them Lord God!! Help me to truly see them!!! And Savior please bless that man who changed my life so many years ago, please heal him of all that ails him, please set him high on a mountain of ease and comfort and joy and happiness, please bring him abundance, and please restore him in every way, that I may meet him again, high and lifted up above all humiliation and shame, and I may glorify my Father in heaven!