After our meeting, he left and as I was walking out the restaurant, I felt drawn to speak to a couple of men sitting to the right of the door as I opened it. I hesitated for a moment, but felt compelled.
"Hi," I said. "Are you two believers?"
"Yes," they responded together.
One of them spoke up and said, "I am Willie and this is my friend Willie."
"I'm Milton Dykes. I am the pastor of Southside Assembly here in San Marco. I felt drawn to speak to you."
"Praise the Lord," they both responded. One asked for my business card.
After a moment of small talk, one of them spoke up and shared, "My wife just died and I am hurting so bad."
"I'm so sorry," I empathized.
"It is unbearable," he continued. "I don't know what I am going to do."
"I know how you feel," I said.
He looked strong at me.
"My wife of 37 years died last year. I know the hurt you are going through."
He looked with amazement and said, "I can't believe you stopped to talk. I had been looking to find someone who could help me and knew how I felt. I have a friend who lost his wife, but we haven't been able to get together."
"The pain is so bad. Part of me is gone. I don't know what I am going to do," he said.
For a few moments I shared my story and described what I went through and how God helped me and how God would help him. I told him that he would make it and that it was ok to cry. I said there is more room on the outside than inside and that he just needed to tell Jesus what he felt. I told him that Jesus was loving enough and big enough and compassionate enough to hear anything he had so say.
We talked more and then I asked if I could pray with him and we did.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you. You knew what I needed. You know how I feel. God sent you here for me. I needed your words so bad. You have helped me. Thank you," Willie said.
His friend, the other Willie, said, "You are an angel sent of the Lord."
It was a God moment. It was a moment when God's loving care reached out through me and touched another hurting brother. God sent a wounded "preacher angel" to pour in some oil.
I left Willie and Willie and felt grateful that I had obeyed the Lord's voice to just say hello.
God did the rest. God does unusual things to show us his love. I left wondering if the earlier appointment there wasn't just a God set up for me to be there to tell Willie that he would make it.