Just Checking In
If this blesses you, pass it on.
Many people will walk in
and out of your life, but only true friends
will leave footprints in your heart.
May God hold you in the palm of His hand
and may angels watch over you always.
So this is me… checking in today.
Just then the back door opened, a man came down the aisle.
The minister frowned as he saw the man hadn't shaved in a while. His shirt was kind a shabby and his coat was worn and frayed. The man knelt, he bowed his head, then rose and walked away.
In the days that followed, each noon time came this chap. Each time, he knelt just for a moment, a lunch pail in his lap.
Well, the minister's suspicions grew, with robbery a main fear. He decided to stop the man and ask him, 'What are you doing here?'
The old man said, he worked down the road, lunch was half an hour. Lunchtime was his prayer time, for finding strength and power. 'I stay only moments, see, cause the factory's so far away. As I kneel here talking to God, this is kinda what I say: I just came again to tell you, God, how happy I’ve been. Since we found each other’s friendship and you took away my sin. Don't know much of how to pray, but I think about you every day. So, God, this is Jim, checking in today.'
The minister, feeling foolish, told Jim that was fine. He told the man that he was welcome to come and pray just anytime.
The minister knelt at the altar; he'd never done it before. His cold heart melted, warmed with love, and met with God there. And as the tears flowed, in his heart, he repeated old Jim's prayer, 'I just came again to tell you, God, how happy I’ve been, since we found each other’s friendship and you took away my sin. I don't know much of how to pray, but I think about you every day. So, God, this is me checking in today.'
Past noon one day, the minister noticed that old Jim hadn't come. As more days passed without Jim, he began to worry some.
At the factory, he asked about him, learning he was ill.
The minister stayed by his bed, he voiced the nurse's concern. No friends came to show they cared. He had nowhere to turn.
Looking surprised, old Jim spoke up with a winsome smile, said, 'The nurse is wrong, she couldn't know that he's in here all the while.'
'Everyday at noon He's here, a dear friend of mine you see. He sits right down, takes my hand, leans over and says to me: I just came again to tell you, Jim, how happy I have been, since we found this friendship and I took away your sins. I always love to hear you pray. Each day I think about you. So Jim, this is God, checking in today.'