I watched as he, in tattered clothes, held up his sign. I watched as he hugged his dog, which was donning a vest that said "Service Animal". I watched as several kittens played near him. I watched as people passed him, some yelling at him, and some pretending as though he wasn't there.
Then, I heard the still, small voice say, "Go give him some food". And I listened. I left my gas pump and bought a piece of beef jerky and a water, and brought them to this man. I listened as he thanked me, and I noticed that he only had a few teeth left. I watched as he tore off the larger part of the beef jerky and gave it to his dog, leaving only a bite for himself. Then I noticed that his dog only had a few teeth, as well. I listened as he told me that his name was Irvine. I listened as he pointed out his camp, located near the bottom of a creek bed. I listened as he told me his story. He once lived in California and when things got tough, he moved here. He was an alcoholic at the time, as well as a drug addict. He sought help and was rehabilitated, but ended up on the street because he didn't have a job when he left rehabilitation. I listened as he explained how being responsible for his dog and cats keeps him from going back to drugs and alcohol. If he goes back to those things, his pets don't eat. This is what keeps him motivated. As I listened to him, it became clear that Irvine was searching for something, but hadn't found it. It became clear that he did not know Christ, but because of this encounter, is open to hearing about Him. The beef jerky and water cost less than $5, but it may have opened a door for Irvine to receive Christ. Please pray for Irvine. Hopefully, he will come to know Christ soon.