The story goes like this... At around 08:00 this morning, a very strange man walked in the store. He announced for everyone to hear "Hi! I'm a stranger... Hitchhiker... Do you give sample coffee?" Well, I'm not unused to strange people, and I've learned that the Lord wants me to treat all people as himself, so with great joy I offered him a large cup of coffee on the house. He was delighted. While I served the customers in front of him, he picked up a copy of The Fool which I had left on the table and began to read it. The customers who were inside soon left, and this was my chance! I got him his coffee and told him to go ahead and take some of the comics with him, so he selected 3 and put them in his pocket. He said he remembered reading This Was Your Life and that it was a "Trip" for him. He liked that the guy turned good in the end. Now, before you start thinking this guy was somewhat normal, please note, he was nervous and gabby. Some of the things he said made no sense at all, and he really wasn't all there. I was pretty sure he was on drugs, and when I asked where he was headed he mentioned a movie about a drug addict who was going nowhere looking for home. I started to pray for him silently, that the Lord would use the tracts. He left, and walked down the road, stopping at a sign about a block away. I could see him pretty well, as a he sat there reading the tracts. I felt impressed to pray much for him, so I did and he came back! Within 10 minutes, he was back. He returned the tracts so that someone else could read them and I encouraged him to take some more so he did. He said he enjoyed "The Peace Maker which at the time I didn't recall what it was about, but the Lord knew. I could sense his longing for peace, and really felt for him when he found the Navy recruitersbrochure and asked to use the phone. He tried to call, but he couldn't dial the numbers correctly. He was able to dial the 1 800 number and talked to a couple of different people about joining the Navy. Unfortunately for the person on the other end, he was making little sense. After this, I asked him about his life story and what he was searching for. I continued to pray and ask the Lord to give me word to say and that they would be his words to his glory. I asked him if he was saved, and he said "Yes! Of course." but I probed him a little and he said "You don't believe I am saved do you?!" and I said "Well... I have a hard time believing it." well, he got kind of tense, and paced a little bit, then admitted much more then you might want to hear, including "Well, I've walked with Jesus. He's a brother. I was there when he died." and "I am the Lion of Judah". This was rather alarming. I said, which much more gut then I know I have, "That is blasphemy!" and "Christ is the Lion of Judah." He uttered some more non-sense about Budda and some others and he wasn't going to hell. More words that I could not have said of myself told him that Jesus said "I am the way the truth and the Life, no man comes to the Father, but by me." and "The bible says all have sinned and fall short of the glory of God." He again proclaimed his own righteousness was sufficiant. I said "I see the struggle in you and I command the devil in you to leave in the name of Jesus Christ" Well, again, he stepped out, ready to go. He came back in and I offered him some food. He had some pasta salad, over which I was able to talk to him some more. I told him of God's love for him and his desire to free him of his bondage to sin and that the Power of God could deliver him from sin and death. I had a customer at the window and he muttered something about "dark to light" when I was back, he became upset. "I'm not going to hell." He was ready to leave and heading out the door when I asked the Lord for more help. I hesitated for words to say, then said "God Bless You". He poked his head in the door again and said "Is Ghandi going to hell?" and I said "what?" and he repeated the question. I said "I don't know a Ghandi". He marched right back in. "I just don't like it when people tell me I'm going to hell. I am God's will." then I had to help another customer at the drive through. He paced around a minute. The struggle in him was very evident. He jumped out of his chair. "I don't want to go to hell. Can we pray? I want to pray now!" so we were just about to pray when another customer came. I helped them, and was back again. He didn't want to pray, so I did and I asked the Lord to fill this man with his Holy Spirit that he would be his people and that God would be his God. In a moment, when I look up, his face was different. The demon was gone! He stepped out for a minute again and I prayed. I went and got my bible and took the things out of it that I needed to keep. He just lit up like a candle, and would you believe it, his words made sense! I grabbed my bible and said "brother, I want to give you my bible. Read it, and find what the Lord has said to you..." His eyes were sparkling and he was grinning away "You are giving me your bible?!" He picked it up and blananced it on his head excitedly. "Sister!" Peace was written all over his face. Like a delighed little kid. Well, I gave him a few more words to encourage him to seek the Lord with his whole heart and he said something about how when he was in rebellion against God it was zealous and now he would now have a zeal in rebellion against evil. It was so amazing! Then he wanted to pray again, this time for himself. He asked the Lord to surely live in his heart and to be his God. God had just transFORMED this man before my eyes, and all I could do was praise him. The man told me his name was Allen, and he gave me a green hankerchief to remind me of him so I would pray for him. He left in a jiffy with a skip to his step and peace in his soul.