I stopped at a cafe for coffee on my way to the train station. I noticed a beggar outside the door. I bought him an orange juice. He said his name is Lockey. He's a Christian goes to a church in a neighboring city. He is originally from sub-Sahara Africa.
He was working as a migrant in Libya before war broke out there. That's when he ran for his life. As there was no way to cross the Sahara and return to his homeland, he took a boat to Italy, where he now survives by begging.
I had a train to catch, so as I left, I prayed for Lockey and handed him the orange juice.
"Father, help him find a way home. Help him know that you are with him. Strengthen his faith. Meet his needs. Keep hope alive. In Jesus' name."
I had not walked more than thirty yards before I saw another beggar. I didn't have another orange juice, so I offered to pray with him. Thirty yards on there was another and then another...
As I boarded the train I struggled with the overwhelming need and my inability to do more than pray with Lockey and the others.
But that is why I had taken the IAFR team to Italy. To see the situation firsthand and ask God where and how he might best use us to further his kingdom in this challenging context.
-from Paul Sydnor, Europe Regional Director