The other day when I got on the train, I observed an older man.  He was probably in his mid 70’s. I watched him from the distance and thought to myself that he had a certain benevolence about him.  He was neatly dressed. He wore khaki pants and a light green jacket.  I even observed something about his nose that reminded me of my dad.

It didn’t take long before I realized something was wrong.  He was having a conversation.  Only there was no one there.

Immediately my heart went out to this poor man.

Where was he going?  Did he have family, or people who cared about him? Who will protect him if someone tries to hurt him?

There he was, an old man today but yesterday someone’s little boy, tucked inside a sea of people who were brushing by him and giving him no thought whatsoever.

I lost him in the crowd, but his face has come to mind more than a few times this weekend.  I pray that Jesus protect him.  While I cannot know if this man knew Jesus as His Savior or not, isn’t it for lost souls, just like him, that Jesus came?

Luke 19:10 says, “For the Son of Man came to seek and to save what was lost.”

Jesus comes to a lost and dying world to seek and to save it. For those who are not looking or asking, salvation comes, in the beautiful name of Jesus.

Remember my nameless friend in your prayers, please.