A typical morning or afternoon starts with a cup of coffee or something to eat so that I'm allowed to sit there. On this particular day, I scan the large area and soon see that at least 75% of the people sitting there are non-Caucasian. The Sudanese are sitting in one area, Ethiopians or Eritreans in another area besides Somalis, Aboriginals and pockets of University students and employees of shops. I spotted Lateef sitting with his Somali community. He was in a horrific car accident 18 months ago and was at death's door many times in ICU where we visited him. We prayed for him months before. His community discouraged him from having any contact with us. But there he was and I reminded him that it was a miracle that he was actually at the food court today. I talked briefly while other Somalis were listening in. He tires easily and had to leave for home shortly.
Newcomers who sit in food courts for hours have needs. Most need a job or they are waiting to be granted refugee status. Some struggle with a new culture and way of life very different from what they are used to. I remember talking to 2 African young men and after getting introduced, one of them turned to me and asked "What can you do for me?" He had the understanding that I as a Canadian held the key to him getting ahead. I wish I had that much power and influence! I try to get informed about where to send people who need help. After listening, I sometimes have opportunities to pray for guys.
I sat down next to a young African man and offered to buy the chap some coffee. He mentioned that he needed money to go to a certain pharmacy. When he left others who knew him said he'd probably spend it on booze. I noticed an Aboriginal man sitting at the next table watching me as I talked to this troubled African man. I turned to him and greeted him. He responded, "I think you are a warrior." "Why do you say that?" I asked. "You genuinely tried to help that guy." He started talking about his life from the past, how he had been in jail for half a dozen years accused of attempted murder. And now he was working in a mining town in Northern Alberta. "I think God has been looking out for you. He is good" I said. "I believe in God too." My new friend gratefully accepted a New Testament and thanked me for praying for him.
I think Jesus would be comfortable at 'my' food court. He would have compassion for those who are truly hungry and thirsty for meaning and purpose in life.
"Is anyone thirsty? Come and drink -- even if you have no money!...Listen, and I will tell you where to get food that is good for the soul!...I will give you all the mercies and unfailing love that I promised to David." Isaiah 55:1-3
