Having church in a laundrymat

Last night my daughter and I had a Godly encounter in a local laundrymat. The man was a tall, thin man with a sweet character and the lady showed signs of being addicted to some type of drug but she was very friendly. We all spoke to one another kindly and she immediately added us to their conversation by telling us how funny the man was when he talked. I asked the man if he had change for a ten dollar bill. He slowly counted out one’s for me. He had ten ones and a ten dollar bill himself. As he gave me the ten ones, the lady kept saying, “Give me the ten! Where’s MY ten?” It was obvious why they had met. My daughter and I began to wash clothes, and the people continued to talk. They told us their names, and we told them ours. When they heard that I was a Reverend, they began to repent of their ways and apologize. I told them that I was not Jesus but a fellow human like them and what they did was between themselves and God. I let God do the heavy work, I just stayed in my place.

The lady stated how she needs to go back to church again. God showed me that He has some type of talent that He has given her and she needs to use it in church. She told me that she liked miming and she began to do the moves. Alexi smiled as the lady mimed and we laughed and enjoyed her performance. (She wasn’t too shabby really.) She told me that there was a song that she used to mime to, about the Lord being a ‘fence.’ I knew exactly what she meant and I started to sing, “Jesus, be a fence all around me everyday.” She said, “Yes!!!!” and continued to mime. We had church. We had church in the laundrymat. The conversation began to get good. She began to tell me that she suffers from Depression and is on 4 drugs for it and she sometimes feels as though she lives in a “Bubble” as they call it. The man told us that he has buried so many friends lately that he was tired and missed his own best friends funeral.He shrugged his shoulders. The man was just plain ol’ tired he said “spiritually and emotionally.”

I asked if I could pray for them and they said, “Yes please.” I began to pray to our Father above and asked Him to forgive them and start them all over, (I heard the man ask while I was praying so I followed his lead.) I asked God to lead them to straight paths and cover them with Angelic Protection. (At this point, the lady began to cry silently.) When I was done, they hugged me twice and thanked me. After it was over, they parted. The man went up the street and the lady got on the “55” bus and was gone.

I told them that I would add them to our prayer list. Please pray for T and L? God knows their names. Especially after last night. My daughter and I drove home, in the dark, staring silently at the night lights, feeling great. God is good. Even in laundry-mats.