
This is my friend Richard Harris. He is one of my very closest friends (married to Ramona, who is my angel). Richard sent me this story of what happened to him one day, while he was out on the streets…it’s in his words, and I hope it’ll bless you and put a smile on your face and warm your heart, as it did mine. Love him very much.
A friend and I went out to pray together last week. Among the people that had approached us for prayer were a small group of Christians who were planning on telling people about Jesus on the street. I thought they were crazy to be doing something like that, but then, most would probably think my friend and I were crazy for being on the street to pray for people, so, I guess all things are relative.
Anyhow, this group of Christians had been telling us that they had not been having much success & that they were worried that they may be asked to move on by the police (which I thought was strange as we’d already been there for half an hour without any problems at all), they said that they had had a few complaints from the local residents and hoped that this week would go better for them.
We stayed and chatted to them, praying for anything that they asked us to, and then moved on a little further down the road to give them some space and find a new place to pray for passers by that asked us to.
I was surprised when probably only 20 minutes later some of the group came walking past us. Shortly after that, another two walked passed, but I only recognised one of them. I said hello and introduced myself to the young man I hadn’t seen before. After talking for a while it was clear to see that he was feeling slightly dejected and frustrated, when I asked him why, he told me that they had been moved on from where they had set up, and they were all heading home, I was about to ask him where he had travelled from, when I noticed he had a look that said, ‘I’ve come a long way to be here’ and I thought it better not to probe. Just then I felt God say to me ‘Give him your hat’. I looked up at his head, ‘He has a hat on’ I kind of responded in my head, ‘Yes’, I felt God say ‘give him yours’, I didn’t want to. I looked down at his face again and he smiled a defeated smile, I asked his name and he replied with mine, ‘we share the same name I thought’. I remembered from earlier that this must have been the young man that was doing most of the talking, he had a large fold back speaker that he was wheeling behind him, I thought it looked quite heavy. I looked up at his hat again ‘I don’t want that hat’ I said to God, trying to back out of taking away the little warmth my head was fortunate enough to be retaining at the time. It was bitterly cold and we’d been out on the road for over an hour already, ‘Don’t take anything from him, just give him your hat’, came the nudging again, ‘this is my favorite hat’ I was trying to encourage a little sympathy from God, but it didn’t work, all I heard next was ‘Isaiah 61′, and I knew that would be the last comment, now I just had to make a choice.
I remembered what I could of the verse and it started to play in my head like an old recording, “For the spirit of the sovereign lord is upon me to preach good news to the poor and freedom to the oppressed. Recovery of sight to the blind and release for all the captives. I will give them the oil of gladness instead of the spirit of despair”. I hadn’t remembered it right, but that didn’t matter, I reached up and touched my hat ‘I tell you what”, I said out loud thinking about how I would pull this off without taking anything from him, without taking his hat, wondering how cold my head would be for the rest of the evening, and how long we would have to stand there, my ears slowly loosing any feeling other than the biting cold. ‘You take this’ I said, trying to get my brain to keep up with what my hands were doing, I had removed his hat with the hand that was still free, and placed it on his friends head. The hand that was touching my hat, was now lifting it off my head, ‘and I’d like to give you this’ I said feeling a cold gush of wind. His eyes widened and the smile that had been a little forced became a beam, “Are you sure?” he said, I actually thought about it. ‘Yeah’ I said ‘it’s not a problem’. He stood in disbelief for a few minutes more, as I persisted in telling him that I really did want him to take the hat, and at no cost whatsoever. His dejectedness and frustration melted, and I was glad I’d done it. His smile was gorgeous, and I remembered again the verse, “They will be called oaks of righteousness, a planting of the Lord for the display of his splendor”.
They walked away and I reminded God that this was my favorite hat, ‘I know’ he said, ‘my head’s cold’ I replied, ‘Put your hood up’ He said tenderly. My hood wasn’t as warm as my hat.
Richard is in the photo above, wearing the hat that he gave away. dp x