Men of God

I was coming out of Ralph's with a cart full of groceries the monthly restock of drygoods. On the bench was a man, that we will say for now, eating some fruit that I was drawn to. I asked him if he would like some water and if I could get him something sandwiches and the like. After accepting the water my request was can I sit down he said please do. After talking to him for a half an hour, and felt comfortable with him I said I live right up the street and offered to him a dinner, shower, couch, and  breakfast, he then turned his head and looked straight into my eyes for at least fifteen seconds staring deeply reading my intent as virtually reading my mind. After accepting my offer we were on our way him pushing his bike with two trash bags and me and my shopping cart. What a pair people must have thought, a man in white robes and me. It must have been a real sight. So after settling in, a shower, and bacon cheese burgers and fries, some conversation we all went to bed. We had breakfast home fried potatoes, over easy eggs, bacon, English muffins, juice and ice cold milk. After my breakfast feast he was preparing to leave, he then asked us if he could say a prayer we both said of course. In bowing our heads and joining hands, is when the miraculous happened in joining hands, the same sensation of hitting your elbow and getting a vibration that goes through your whole arm. Only this came from his hand and went up my arm to my head and went to my feet back up and out down my other arm to Jennifer's hand, and after the most miraculous prayer ever said we all said amen. We said our goodbyes and watched him bicycle down the street, looking at each other saying did you feel that, and both acknowledging in kind. I said can you believe that prayer I need to write that down and couldn't remember a word of it so I turned to Jennifer for help and she couldn't help me remember a word of that BEAUTIFUL  prayer. We started discussing the encounter and Jennifer being a seamstress, said did you notice his robes were hand sewn and not a smudge on it no dirt whatsoever. I had not. How could a homeless man not get dirty. After realizing the fact that the sensation was the lifting of the Veil and the memory loss was the Veil coming down. And the way he looked into my mind knowing my intentions were like the way when you die your life will be shown to you in a second. Our encounter was of an angel, or a prophet. You be the judge, but for us we know that God is always with us. He is among us. We were blessed by him. By Craig Hunter.