This morning I was walking to the tube station so I couldride to Wembly and go to church and a homeless man stopped me. I gave him £1 and tried to head on my way, but he said "Wait, is that a bible?" I told him it was and we stood there for a while talking about different things. He said that he had never read any of it before and asked me some questions. We talked alot about lakes of fire and judgement and second deaths. He also wanted to know about limbo and death. It was really interesting. He asked if I could pray for him so I asked what his name was and he said "Allistair, but people call me Ginger." I told him my name and of course, he sang the lollipop song. I had to leave for church but I told him to yell at me if he ever saw me on the street again. I shook his hand because I didn't want him to think that I wouldn't just because he was homeless or that his hand was as dirty and black as the street. We parted ways and ever since then, even after washing it 6 times, my right hand still burns. I'm trying not to think about why.
Thank you God for getting the opportunity to talk to random people on the street about Jesus. :)