Yesterday we got sandwiches and went to Central Park. While the kids were swinging and climbing on the “jungle-gym” I walked around the park perimeter looking for who God wanted me to talk to. Gabriel was sitting on a park bench next to his bike, just watching all the kids play. He said hi to me and I asked him where he is from. He did not know a word of English so I tried in Spanish, and soon I got his story: 22 years old, from Mexico, living in an apartment with some of his brothers and sisters, his parents and the rest of his large family is back home, he’s working at a fried chicken shop and planning on taking English at CSM.
After chatting and talking about Jesus with him (in my extremely limited Spanish) I asked him if he had a Bible and he said no. I just happened to have a Spanish gospel of John on me . So I read him a few favorite verses, then handed it to him. Then we said goodbye and I went to the other side of the park to sit down and watch my son play soccer with a bunch of boys. Across the park I saw Gabriel sitting still reading the book for at least 20 minutes. I need to start bringing my camera with me! I wish I got a picture. Then he left the park on his bike. What encouragement to see him reading the gospel. You never know; he may end up being a witness to his large family.