I had given Raoul a Bible. He sat and listened to one of my sermons. Before I began the next one, he approached me and asked if I believe in coincidences. Of course, I told him no.
Raoul said he didn’t believe in coincidences either. He said he had recently left rehab, a couple months shy of completing the program. He needed/wanted to get back home to his family, which includes two small children.
He told me the only thing he left behind at the rehab center was his Bible. No sooner had he realized he left his Bible behind that he got off the bus and, there I was, handing out Bibles.
When we began our conversation, Raoul thought he was a Christian. After all, he grew up in a Foursquare Church. By the end of the conversation, he realized he wasn’t saved.
I called Raoul to repent and believe the gospel. I told him that while he was on the train, heading from Santa Clarita to Union Station to Riverside, he needed to get right with God.
He said he understood. Tears were welling up in his eyes.
I asked Raoul if I could pray for him. With his permission, I put my arm around him and prayed. As we said our goodbyes, we gave each other a hug.
Did the Lord save Raoul? I certainly hope so.