As we got to the next door a young black man opens it and let's both of us in. I told the young man that he was a gentleman and a scholar and thanked him for letting us in. I told them the story that I'd had heard earlier about the little puppy being picked up by Marion Boggs. The puppy had been left at a Pilot Station in the cold rain. There was a need for everyone to have a feeling of affection. The young black man spoke up and said that he had never gotten affection from his father. I asked him what his name was; he said it was David. I asked him if he was named after David in the Bible, he said no I was named after my father who lives in California. I said to David I believe the Lord wants me to pray for you; could you meet me in the hallway after we finish. He said, "I will wait on you." Then he spoke up and said I left my wallet in the car I need to go get it. As he came back he did not get in line he just waited at a counter outside the door. Then I spoke to Allison saying, "I would like pray for you also." She said, "I would like that."
After mailing my packages I met David and Allison; I asked her what I could pray for her about. She said that her back was bothering her. I asked Allison if I could lay my hands on her shoulder, she said yes, I was raised in a Pentecostal church. Allison, David and I joined hands and I prayed for her. The Lord touched her and she went on her way. I asked David what I could pray for him about, he said that he wanted custody of his son and he wanted to be a good father unlike his father. I prayed for him and God touched him. As we finished up a lady walked up to David and I with tears in her eyes, and introduced herself. Her name was Mrs. Calhoun and she wanted us to pray for her. I guess it is because I talk so loud everybody could hear what I was saying. Mrs. Calhoun told us her son was at OCC and that she had to get a money order and mail it off for her son weekly. She did this because she loved him. As she was talking she was weeping and said pray for me. The three of us joined hands; I heard the heart and compassion of a loving mother her son and it touch David and I as we prayed. All three of us were weeping. When I finished Mrs. Calhoun hugged David and embrace me compassionately with tears. She went on her way. This was real Holy Spirit race relations. David said, "When you walked into this post office you brought God's Holy Spirit with you and it has touched everyone here."
Praise our Lord Jesus!