I’d seen him eating breakfast at Starbucks several times over the past couple of months.
I stop in for coffee each Saturday morning. He is always sitting in the same corner nursing a cup of coffee and a muffin.
We spoke last Saturday morning- both acknowledging that we had noticed one another with each visit.
His name is John.
He’s my father’s age. John has a big smile, a hearty laugh and an engaging disposition.
And he’s homeless.
We talked at length last Saturday. He confessed that he’s been living in his car since 2011.
A series of life events have led him to this situation. He makes enough money through his social security checks to pay for a membership to the YMCA (for showering) and to keep a Post Office box for mail. He budgets the remainder of his income to pay for gas, toiletries, washing clothes and meager meals.
His splurge each week is a hot cup of coffee and breakfast muffin at Starbucks.
John has simply fallen through the cracks. He’s not completely on the street, but he’s awfully close. He’d love to have a regular job, but his age and health have made employment difficult to find.
Despite all of this, John has a positive outlook.
And my God will supply every need of your according to his riches in glory in Christ Jesus. Philippians 4:19
He has a vibrant faith. He has hope for a home in Heaven. He is optimistic for his future.
Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. Proverbs 3:5
Pray for John to stay strong and to be safe. Pray for those trying to help him get back on his feet.
And let me know how I may pray for you. God bless.