During my first trip to the Passion Conference in Atlanta, Georgia, a couple of years ago, I made it a goal of mine to befriend some of the homeless people of that city. If you are unaware, Atlanta has one of the largest homeless populations in America. The conference does an excellent job partnering with some of the homeless shelters and asks that students bring towels and socks to donate to the shelters, but I wanted to take it a step further and meet some individuals myself.
One evening, I had the privilege of treating one man to dinner. I saw him standing in line at Popeye’s, unsuccessfully attempting to plea for food. I knew that was my guy for the evening. After asking, he allowed me to purchase his dinner and then I sat at the table with him and heard a little bit of his story.
After dinner, I quickly had to return to Phillips Arena for the start of the next session of the conference. The arena was about a mile away. So I grabbed my things and said goodbye to the man and made my way back down to the conference.
When I reached the arena, I reached for my conference ID and realized I had forgotten it at Popeye’s. And not only had I forgotten that, but I had also forgotten my entire bag which held my wallet, my Bible, my camera, and some of my other valuables. So I quickly ran back to find it.
When I entered the restaurant, the man that I had been eating with was gone and so was my bag. How was I to find it among the streets of Atlanta?
Another man approached me and introduced himself as Andre. He had also eaten there and had witnessed the whole thing. He knew the man that took my bag and informed me his alias was Brown Lee. He asked if I wanted help finding my bag and I greatly welcomed that.
Off we took through the streets of Atlanta, down alleys, passed dumpsters, through bus stops. We passed several individuals who questioned who I was and what I was doing in this part of town but each time before I could respond, Andre quickly repeated, “He’s with me.”
Eventually we found Brown Lee sitting at a bus stop and we were able to recover my bag. I could share a whole separate story about that experience, but right now I just want to focus on Andre’s phrase, “He’s with me.”
I had no right walking those streets and had it not been for Andre, there is no way I would have found my bag. I can’t even begin to imagine what I would’ve said to the first person who confronted me wanting to know why I was there. But Andre led the way and to each person he said, “He’s with me.”
1 Timothy 2:5 says, “For there is one God, and one mediator also between God and men, the man Christ Jesus.” Just as Andre interceded for me in that situation, Jesus also intercedes for us when it comes to God. All of us stand guilty before God and have no right approaching His throne. But for those who have embraced His offer of salvation, Jesus says of us, “He’s with me.”
Reflect today on the fact that Christ is our mediator. What a joy it will be to hear those words, “He’s with me.”