Please pray for a homeless man named Sevin, who lives a painful existance; he is afflicted by schizophrenia.
There was a man this morning who boarded the streetcar, sat down in the seat facing me and immediately started talking to me.
"Are you an art school student?" he asked.
"No," I replied.
"PSU?" he asked.
"Where are you going, then?" he wanted to know. I told him I was going to work, and he seemed taken aback a bit.
"You are young, to be going to work." Then his face changed a bit.
"I am 50 years old. I have schizophrenia. It is a terrible disease." He started to cry. "My mother warned me about this disease. I am homeless, and I sleep under blankets... blankets... please......"
I looked him straight in the eyes and asked, "What do you need?"
"Pray for me, please. My name is Sevin: S-E-V-I-N. Pray for Sevin, please..."
I got off the train and watched it pull away. He held out his hand toward me as it left the platform. I am shaken.
Please, if you can, I am asking you to take the time to seek the Lord on this man's behalf. All He asked for was prayer.
Soften our hearts. Make us ready to be of assistance to those in need, make us your light, equip us with hearts to love your people.