One mid-week, the airport terminal was almost empty. Yet there he stood: an older gentleman staring at the TSA check point like a deer in the headlights. Hoping to encourage, without embarrassing him, I said to my wife, “This way, sweetheart?”as I started through the roped off maze. The man followed.
So far so good. But then I overheard him, on the other side, asking an airport employee, “Which one of these is Alliance Airlines?” She brushed him off with a polite, “Gee, I don’t know.” So he shuffled over to a service corridor, head down, fixated on his boarding pass.
It was time to come along side. “Sir, I don’t work here, but may I help you?” “Sure!” he exclaimed, handing me the crumpled up paper. I couldn’t make sense of it either. “Let’s check an overhead monitor,” I offered, as we walked together across the concourse. He quickly found Phoenix under “Departures.” “It’s gate H4,” he said, almost gleefully.
We went with him—just to make sure. “Yep, this is it,” I confirmed. “Someone will be here at the counter soon.” The man thanked us as we parted ways.
Walking down to gate H12, in the opposite direction, God reminded me how far from my comfort zone I’d felt during our trip. A family emergency had called us several states away at moment’s notice. Yet at every twist and turn the Lord used others to help us along the way. Now I was helping someone else. It was like God said, “Ok David, it’s your turn.”
Let us give thanks to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the merciful Father, the God from whom all help comes! He helps us in all our troubles, so that we are able to help others who have all kinds of troubles, using the same help that we ourselves have received from God.2 Corinthians 1:2-4 (GNT)
Thank you for reading. 🙏❤️ prayers and love.
PS. This post began as a comment on Matt’s blog, Jesusluvsall, where he shared about helping a young Afghan refugee. He then asked his readers to share a similar experience. Thanks for bringing this one out of me, brother! “Iron sharpens iron.”
Read Matt’s post here