Paul

Paul was sitting on Chicago Avenue in between State and Wabash near McDonald's. He's been homeless for four years. Even before he told me his name, he asked me, "what would you do if a wealthy realtor stopped by and didn't give you any money? I just gave two bucks to her (a homeless woman)." Then he talked about Acts 2 in the Bible about people sharing with each other. "But it's not communism--everybody gave because they wanted to." He was very talkative, so I just let him talk. We talked about his name, "my name is Paul Lewis Stephen--it means 'Small Warrior King'". (And after talking with him, I believe it's true.) "I used to work in a supermarket and if people didn't have enough money, I'd take out my wallet and help them out. One time I had this feeling in my gut that I needed to go get my coat". He knew there wasn't any money in it, but he got it anyway. "When I reached in my coat, I found some money! (to help people out). "That was a God thing", he said. "You know, Jesus chose the 'screwballs'", he smiled. So I said goodbye and as I left he said, "pray for Adam" (the realtor he mentioned earlier).

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