and praying today with him and 4 other Homeless men who rose up and boldly reconciled themselves with Almighty God.  I had an eye out for

Banjo for the past year, after hearing from friends that he was homeless, and in "bad shape".  God has blessed Banjo through his homeless years.  He looks great, alert, with no indication of addiction whatsoever, determined to do things God's way instead of his way. It was such a relief to see he was clean, alert, highly intelligent, determined...refusing to lose.

 

I had no clue it was Banjo in the group of 5 men who made Professions

of Faith in God in response to my altar call this morning.  As we huddled

together praying and seeking God's mercy for each man, there was a

special bond I felt with this group of seekers, a unity with them I love

but rarely have felt this deeply in all the years of praying with Homeless

seekers.  After we prayed, Banjo told me who he was, and I saw it was

truly him.  I mentioned my High School in my sermon, which got his

attention and opened his mind further to the Word God gave us to hear.

 

I remember being a 8th, 9th, and 10th grader that marveled every time Banjo played, as he was 3 years ahead of me.  I never missed a game. 

Banjo inspired me to play basketball, his quiet demeanor hid a fierce

warrior who simply refused to lose.  He always played with class.  The nickname Banjo...when he shot, he played String Music like nobody else.

 

I cannot convey what an honor it was to know today that God honored

me, a JV player, to lead Banjo to find his personal relationship with God.

 

I write this through tears of emotion I cannot explain, but thankful to

God for this great honor given me from simple obedience to His call.