I sipped my tea thinking about the next sentence to write. My trusty laptop computer (I call him Mr. HP) hummed and whined begging for me to pound my fingers on his flat keypad. Mr. HP is like 7 years old. That's nearly young enough to collect a pension. The age of a computer in human years is a more dramatic increase than the age of a dog in human years. Anyway, Mr. HP was my companion Tuesday at the cafe. He's been helping me write a new book.
Tuesday was a Medina city schools early release day. The first part of my shift was unusually quiet because our after school crowd left for home earlier in the day. I had one student stop in for a bowl of soup. Before he left he asks, "Can I take some bread home for me and my grandma?"
"Sure," I reply. "Pick out whatever you need." He thanks me, waves, then bounces out the front door leaving me and Mr. HP to work on the book.
A half hour later, a young man walks in. He has been a regular guest at Cafe 41:11 for almost a year. The volunteers have all taken turns praying for him and feeding him. Basically...loving him. Last week, a pastor of a local Church and one of our supporters made a commitment to meet with him on a weekly basis to encourage him, counsel him, mentor him, and answer his questions about God. He agreed.
Yesterday, he walks through the door, sits down on a stool next to me and Mr. HP saying, "Oh, Tim. Guess what?"
"What?" I ask.
"I've just asked Jesus to be Lord of my life."
My heart shouted, YES!, giving Jesus a kind of spiritual high-five. And I'm not certain, but I think Mr. HP hummed a high-five too.