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The Stranger

He thuziak hian ka rilru a khawih êm a, mi(sual) ho lo chhiar ve atân ka han chhawp chhuak e. Mizo ṭawngin ka let thiam lo bâkah ka hman lo bawk nên, awze ṭawng hian a ziak ang angin ka han dah tawp mai ang e aw:

The Stranger by Tom Stephens

It was an unusually cold day for the month of May. Spring had arrived and everything was alive with color, but a cold front from the North had brought a rough winter’s chill back to Indiana. I sat, with two friends, in the picture window of a quaint restaurant just off the corner of the town’s square. The food and the company were both especially good that day. As we talked, my attention was drawn outside, across the street.

There, walking into town, was a man who appeared to be carrying all his worldly goods on his back. He was carrying, a well-worn sign that read, “I will work for food.” My heart sank. I brought him to the attention of my friends and noticed that others around us had stopped eating to focus on him. Heads moved in a mixture of sadness and disbelief. We continued our meal, but his image lingered in my mind.

We finished our meal and went our separate ways. I had errands to do and quickly set out to accomplish them. I glanced toward the town square, looking somewhat half-heartedly for the strange visitor. I was fearful, knowing that seeing him again would call for some response.

I drove through town and saw nothing of him, then made some purchases at a store and got back in my car. Deep within me, the Spirit of God kept speaking to me:

“Don’t go back to the office until you’ve at least driven once more around the square.”

And so, with some hesitancy, I headed back into town. As I turned the square’s third corner. I saw him. He was standing on the steps of the storefront church, going through his sack. I stopped and looked, feeling both compelled to speak to him, yet wanting to drive on.

The empty parking space on the corner seemed to be a sign from God: an invitation to park. I pulled in, got out and approached the town’s newest visitor.

“Looking for the pastor?” I asked.

“Not really,” he replied, “just resting.”

“Have you eaten today?”

“Oh, I ate some-thing early this morning.”

“Would you like to have lunch with me?”

“Do you have some work I could do for you?”

“No work,” I replied. “I commute here to work from the city, but I would like to take you to lunch.”

“Sure,” he replied with a smile.

As he began to gather his things, I asked some surface questions.

“Where you headed?”

“St. Louis.”

“Where you from?”

“Oh, all over; mostly Florida.”

“How long you been walking?”

“Fourteen years,” came the reply.

I knew I had met someone unusual. We sat across from each other in the same restaurant I had left earlier. His face was weathered slightly beyond his 38 years. His eyes were dark yet clear, and he spoke with an eloquence and articulation that was startling. He removed his jacket to reveal a bright red T-shirt that said,

“Jesus is The Never Ending Story.”

Then Daniel’s story began to unfold. He had seen rough times early in life, had made some wrong choices and reaped the consequences. Fourteen years earlier, while back-packing across the country, he had stopped on the beach in Daytona and tried to hire on with some men who were putting up a large tent and some equipment.

A concert, he thought. He was hired, but the tent would not house a concert but revival services, and in those services he saw life more clearly. He gave his life over to God.

“Nothing’s been the same since,” he said. “I feel the Lord telling me to keep walking and so I did, some 14 years now”.

“Ever think of stopping?” I asked.

“Oh, once in a while, when it seems to get the best of me, but God has given me this calling. I give out Bibles. That’s what’s in my sack. I work to buy food and Bibles, and I give them out when His Spirit leads me.”

I sat amazed. My homeless friend was not homeless. He was on a mission and lived this way by choice. The question burned inside for a moment and then I asked:

“What’s it like?”


“To walk into a town carrying all your things on your back and to show your sign?”

“Oh, it was humiliating at first. People would stare and make comments. Once someone tossed a piece of half-eaten bread and made a gesture that certainly didn’t make me feel welcome. But then it became humbling to realize that God was using me to touch lives and change people’s concepts of other folks like me.”

My concept was changing, too. We finished our dessert and gathered his things. Just outside the door, he paused .

He turned to me and said, “Come Ye blessed of my Father and inherit the kingdom I’ve prepared for you; for when I was hungry you gave me food, when I was thirsty you gave me drink, a stranger and you took me in.”

I felt as if I were on holy ground. “Could you use another Bible?” I asked.

He said he preferred a certain translation. It traveled well and was not too heavy. It was also his personal favorite.

I’ve read it through 14 times,” he said. “I’m not sure we’ve got one of those, but let’s stop by our church and see.” I was able to find my new friend a Bible that would do well, and he seemed very grateful.”

“Where you headed from here?”

“Well, I found this little map on the back of this amusement park coupon..”

“Are you hoping to hire on there for a while?”

“No, I just figure I should go there. I figure someone under that star right there needs a Bible, that’s where I’m going next.”

He smiled, and the warmth of his spirit radiated the sincerity of his mission. I drove him back to the town-square where we’d met two hours earlier, and as we drove, it started raining. We parked and unloaded his things.

“Would you sign my autograph book?” he asked. “I like to keep messages from folks I meet.”

I wrote in his little book that his commitment to his calling had touched my life. I encouraged him to stay strong. And I left him with a verse of scripture from Jeremiah, “I know the plans I have for you,” declared the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not harm you. Plans to give you a future and a hope.”

“Thanks, man.” he said. “I know we just met and we’re really just strangers, but I love you.”

“I know.” I said. “And I love you too.”

“The Lord is good.”

“Yes, He is. How long has it been since someone hugged you?” I asked.

“A long time,” he replied.

And so, on the busy street corner in the drizzling rain, my new friend and I embraced, and I felt deep inside that I had been changed. He put his things on his back, smiled his winning smile and said,

“See you in the New Jerusalem.”

“I’ll be there!” was my reply.

He began his journey again, heading away with his sign dangling from his bed roll and pack of Bibles. He stopped, turned and said,

“When you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?”

“You bet,” I shouted back, “God bless.”

“God bless.”

And that was the last I saw of him. Late that evening as I left my office, the wind blew strong. The cold front had settled hard upon the town. I bundled up and hurried to my car. As I sat back and reached for the emergency brake, I saw them… a pair of well worn work gloves neatly laid over the length of the handle. I picked them up and thought of my friend and wondered if his hands would stay warm that night without them. I remembered his request:

“If you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?”

Today his gloves lie on my desk in my office. They help me to see the world and its people in new way, and they help me remember those two hours with my unique friend and to pray for his ministry.

“See you in the New Jerusalem,” he said.

“Yes, Daniel, I know You will…

“I shall pass this way but once, therefore, any good that I can do or any kindness that I can show, let me do it now, for I shall not pass this way again.” —Author Unknown—

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meDr July 1, 2012 at 4:03 PM

Thank you, sunday pual ka zawng a hei hi ka hmu a.

houdini July 1, 2012 at 4:07 PM

A sei riau va, chhiar ka la huphurh deuh. Mahsé chhiar tho vang.

lrpa July 1, 2012 at 5:13 PM

A va sei e..ka chhiar chhuak ta lo..engting tak awm zel ang maw?

H.Vangchhia July 1, 2012 at 5:13 PM


Charice_mizo July 1, 2012 at 5:55 PM

A ngaihnawmin a ropui hle mai, hei ngei hi alawm rinna chu! Mi thenkhat te inpekna hi chu a ropui a ni. Khawvel miten an hmuhsit leh nuihsawh tur hi an ngaipawimawh lo reng reng, a har awm hi ka tia!

Ka rilru khawih em em tu pakhat ka tawn ve tawh chu thuhriltu Mark-a kha a ni. Australian missionary a ni a, India ramah a nupui nen rawngbawl turin an lo kala, vai ho pawhin vaichhia an tih ngei tur mi rethei bakberh slum area a cheng te zingah Pathian rawng a bawla, an zingah slum area ah chuan an chenchilh nghal nghal bawka. A fapate pahnih pawh chu hmunah chuan an pianga, an seilian ve naw naw a. Kum 14 chuang tichuan TV pawh neilo, refrigerator pawh neiloin an khawsa tawh zu nia! khawvel taka ngaihtuah chuan thil atthlak leh a tiha tih ngeihloh tur hi a ni a, mahse vawikhatmah an inchhir ngailo. Mark-a te chhungkua rinna ang kha tlemte tal pawh neih ve ka chak ngawt mai.

sheldon July 1, 2012 at 7:45 PM

Chhiar a manhla hle mai. Kan save hmak teh ang (Y)

As_khiangte July 1, 2012 at 8:24 PM

A va ngaihnawm ve, mission dangdai leh rothap tak a ni (Y)

PKfanai July 1, 2012 at 8:46 PM

Min va han challenge tak em. Charice comment pawh khian min cho thar hle mai. Thank you Lord.


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