THREE ANGELS BROADCASTING NETWORK DEVOTIONAL
The Hitchhiker.
By Mitch Owen October 18
“Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some have unwittingly entertained angels.” Hebrews 13:2
The last half of the drive home would be picturesque, I thought as I skirted the Ozark National Forest—the pines, the oaks, and a dotting of birch here and there flew by as I passed sixty-foot cliffs just feet away from the highway.
Rounding a shallow curve, I saw a young man just ahead of me on the right side of the road. He was carrying a paper grocery bag with his right thumb out, walking backwards, hoping for a ride.
This is great, I thought. I’ll have a captive audience as I witness
for Christ.
I pulled over just ahead of him and stopped. I could see him smile in the rearview mirror as he trotted toward my car. He opened the front passenger door and I could see a small bag of charcoal briquettes peeking over the top of the bag.
I wanted to open the door to talk about the Lord, but didn’t want to be brash about it. I had some Christian books in the back seat that could do most of the witnessing for me after we parted ways.
He told me he was living on the Buffalo River under a bridge, since he was out of work, and just before we reached the river, he asked, “Could you spare some money so I can buy some food tomorrow?”
“No, I can’t right now” I said, feeling sure this guy was just lazy and didn’t want to work.
We continued on for a couple of minutes before we arrived at the bridge that crossed the Buffalo. The young man exited the car after I stopped, and I reached in the backseat and picked up a small book called, Steps to Christ. Then I handed it to him, saying that I would like to share the book.
“No,” he said, “What I need is food for the belly, not food for thought.”
Conviction pierced my heart so deeply I could only shake my head in agreement. As I watched helplessly, he closed the door and walked down the embankment to the river. His words continued to echo in my ears as I drove over the bridge and on to home.
I learned a valuable lesson that day, spoken to me by a nameless hitchhiker. The Father taught me to walk by faith and not by sight. Who knows, I may have entertained an angel unawares!
The Hitchhiker.
By Mitch Owen October 18
“Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some have unwittingly entertained angels.” Hebrews 13:2
The last half of the drive home would be picturesque, I thought as I skirted the Ozark National Forest—the pines, the oaks, and a dotting of birch here and there flew by as I passed sixty-foot cliffs just feet away from the highway.
Rounding a shallow curve, I saw a young man just ahead of me on the right side of the road. He was carrying a paper grocery bag with his right thumb out, walking backwards, hoping for a ride.
This is great, I thought. I’ll have a captive audience as I witness
for Christ.
I pulled over just ahead of him and stopped. I could see him smile in the rearview mirror as he trotted toward my car. He opened the front passenger door and I could see a small bag of charcoal briquettes peeking over the top of the bag.
I wanted to open the door to talk about the Lord, but didn’t want to be brash about it. I had some Christian books in the back seat that could do most of the witnessing for me after we parted ways.
He told me he was living on the Buffalo River under a bridge, since he was out of work, and just before we reached the river, he asked, “Could you spare some money so I can buy some food tomorrow?”
“No, I can’t right now” I said, feeling sure this guy was just lazy and didn’t want to work.
We continued on for a couple of minutes before we arrived at the bridge that crossed the Buffalo. The young man exited the car after I stopped, and I reached in the backseat and picked up a small book called, Steps to Christ. Then I handed it to him, saying that I would like to share the book.
“No,” he said, “What I need is food for the belly, not food for thought.”
Conviction pierced my heart so deeply I could only shake my head in agreement. As I watched helplessly, he closed the door and walked down the embankment to the river. His words continued to echo in my ears as I drove over the bridge and on to home.
I learned a valuable lesson that day, spoken to me by a nameless hitchhiker. The Father taught me to walk by faith and not by sight. Who knows, I may have entertained an angel unawares!
THREE ANGELS BROADCASTING NETWORK DEVOTIONAL
The Hitchhiker.
By Mitch Owen October 18
“Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some have unwittingly entertained angels.” Hebrews 13:2
The last half of the drive home would be picturesque, I thought as I skirted the Ozark National Forest—the pines, the oaks, and a dotting of birch here and there flew by as I passed sixty-foot cliffs just feet away from the highway.
Rounding a shallow curve, I saw a young man just ahead of me on the right side of the road. He was carrying a paper grocery bag with his right thumb out, walking backwards, hoping for a ride.
This is great, I thought. I’ll have a captive audience as I witness
for Christ.
I pulled over just ahead of him and stopped. I could see him smile in the rearview mirror as he trotted toward my car. He opened the front passenger door and I could see a small bag of charcoal briquettes peeking over the top of the bag.
I wanted to open the door to talk about the Lord, but didn’t want to be brash about it. I had some Christian books in the back seat that could do most of the witnessing for me after we parted ways.
He told me he was living on the Buffalo River under a bridge, since he was out of work, and just before we reached the river, he asked, “Could you spare some money so I can buy some food tomorrow?”
“No, I can’t right now” I said, feeling sure this guy was just lazy and didn’t want to work.
We continued on for a couple of minutes before we arrived at the bridge that crossed the Buffalo. The young man exited the car after I stopped, and I reached in the backseat and picked up a small book called, Steps to Christ. Then I handed it to him, saying that I would like to share the book.
“No,” he said, “What I need is food for the belly, not food for thought.”
Conviction pierced my heart so deeply I could only shake my head in agreement. As I watched helplessly, he closed the door and walked down the embankment to the river. His words continued to echo in my ears as I drove over the bridge and on to home.
I learned a valuable lesson that day, spoken to me by a nameless hitchhiker. The Father taught me to walk by faith and not by sight. Who knows, I may have entertained an angel unawares!
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