After three eighteen-hour days in a row working with my client in North Carolina this week, the last thing I wanted to do was get up at 3:30 a.m. to catch a 4:30 cab to the airport. That’s Eastern time, so 3:30 is 1:30 a.m. Denver time – makes for a very long day. I was already exhausted.
I had been told that downtown Raleigh is so dead at that hour that I would have to arrange a taxi in advance and I did. But as I rode down the elevator, yawning and clawing boulders from the corners of my eyes, I wondered if anyone would actually be there.
I walked into the lobby and a very nice African-American gentleman jumped up from a seat, grabbing my bag, and with a big smile said, “Airport, sir?” I could tell right away there was something different about this guy.
As I hopped into the back seat of the cab, my driver got in front and reached for the radio to turn down the volume. At oh-dark-thirty, the only light around was the radio dial, and I saw right away that his Sirius radio was tuned to the Christian music station.
So I said, “Wow, the Lord knows just what I need this morning – Christian radio and a brother driving a cab!” He laughed joyfully, “That’s wonderful!” and proceeded to tell me about the ministry that he runs in Raleigh to feed the homeless. In fact, he has just gotten back two hours before from a conference clear up the road in Wilmington. This man had gone straight from there to pick me up rather than go home to bed – I would call that a divine appointment.
As we drove to the airport, I told him about Streamside and there was a warmth in that car that is hard to describe. As we parted, I asked the Lord to bless him, he did the same for me, two strangers in the night who were not strangers at all.
We are brothers and I hope to meet him again one day.
We are all brothers and sisters in Jesus.
I had been told that downtown Raleigh is so dead at that hour that I would have to arrange a taxi in advance and I did. But as I rode down the elevator, yawning and clawing boulders from the corners of my eyes, I wondered if anyone would actually be there.
I walked into the lobby and a very nice African-American gentleman jumped up from a seat, grabbing my bag, and with a big smile said, “Airport, sir?” I could tell right away there was something different about this guy.
As I hopped into the back seat of the cab, my driver got in front and reached for the radio to turn down the volume. At oh-dark-thirty, the only light around was the radio dial, and I saw right away that his Sirius radio was tuned to the Christian music station.
So I said, “Wow, the Lord knows just what I need this morning – Christian radio and a brother driving a cab!” He laughed joyfully, “That’s wonderful!” and proceeded to tell me about the ministry that he runs in Raleigh to feed the homeless. In fact, he has just gotten back two hours before from a conference clear up the road in Wilmington. This man had gone straight from there to pick me up rather than go home to bed – I would call that a divine appointment.
As we drove to the airport, I told him about Streamside and there was a warmth in that car that is hard to describe. As we parted, I asked the Lord to bless him, he did the same for me, two strangers in the night who were not strangers at all.
We are brothers and I hope to meet him again one day.
We are all brothers and sisters in Jesus.
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