I saw a man sitting on some steps in Texarkana and circled back, parked my car, and grabbed a Gatorade to get out and meet him. “Hi, I’m Pam. It’s hot out here.” “Sure is. Very.” “Looks like I have something you might like.” He smiled, and his gold caps sparkled against his brown skin in the sunlight. He had the best grin. Shaking my hand like a gentleman, he said, “Thank you. I am thirsty.”
He took a drink, more like a gulp, and smiled again. “I’ve been hanging on thanks to the grace of God. I start my job tomorrow. But you ... you are an angel.”
Laughing, I responded, “I’ve never been anyone’s angel before; I’m just Pam, who wants to tell you about Christ. That’s why I have these scripture cards.”
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