It was a little after 10 a few nights ago when my upstairs neighbor knocked on my door. He had locked his keys in his car and had no clue what to do. His mom had suggests a locksmith so he was going to go call one.
After saying this he walked back to his car leaving me at my door confused as to why he even knocked in the first place. After a minute standing their confused, I decided to invite him in while he waited for the locksmith to arrive. I could hear him on the phone as the person on the other line assured him they were only 5-10 minutes away.
To make a long story really short, 2 and a half hours later, after calling 5 locksmiths and trying ourselves to get in with some metal kabob sticks the keys remained in his car as I drove him to his aunts house to sleep for the night and figure it out in the morning.
My neighbor and I have always had a pretty good relationship passing each other in the parking lot as we head in an our and occasional longer conversations here and there, but it has been a long time since I had seen him let alone been able to talk to him.
The little I do know about him leads me to believe he is often lonely and his family isn’t the most supportive. He has dreams but has given them up due to discouragement from his parents and instead spends his days working at Wegman’s and coming home to play video games for hours on end. In short, I can only imagine his need for the kind of joy and love and peace that come from Jesus.
I’ve prayed off and on throughout the past year and a half that maybe, just maybe, God might use me in his life. However, I didn’t see how that was going to happen having not seen him lately. So I had been praying for a while, and even more since stating the Joining Jesus on His Mission book study for more opportunities.
God answered as I got to over my neighbor 2.5 hours of my time and attention. As I drove him to his aunts house, I could not even count the number of times he thanked me, completely unable to understand why I would have done all this for him.
The locksmiths may have never showed up that night, but perhaps that was only so that Jesus could.
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