True Sustenance

Something told me to go to the 7-11. Used to be going to the quick shop meant that I needed some cigarettes or (this is terrible to admit) chewing tobacco. I would spend probably, on average, 500 dollars a month just at the "convenient" store. I'm one of those who go in and instead of getting exactly what I need, I grab up a drink, a candy bar, the latest magazine, a newspaper, some gum, oh and then there is some cool trinquet at the counter and might as well buy the value pack instead of just one. There were times when I would say to myself, "Just the smokes, nothing more - in/out."
Yesterday on the way to work my foreman said, "They sure know how to monopolize a city block." They being QuickTrip. I watch as every morning, like moths to a bug light my co-workers walk in and spend 8 bucks on literally nothing.
So I'm on a rant and don't know how that started.
Anyway. I asked Beki to swing by the 7-11. Why? I had no idea honestly. I didn't need anything (whoever "needs" anything from a conveniant store besides gas anyway?) so why I said it baffled even me. When we pulled up Beki decided to get gas for her little 100 miles to the gallon Yarus. As I contorted my way  out of this tiny contraption on wheels (still love me?) a man approached.
I walk nearly everyday through some pretty rough neighborhoods. I am around Troost, Prospect, and Peseo here in K.C. While walking through I get asked a lot for money as if because I'm a clean cut white guy I would have some. When in all honesty I'm as poor as most that are asking.
Now I'm not one to just hand out money that I don't have. So when people come ask - and I kid you not it happens about 10 times each day I walk through a neighborhood that has more boarded up houses than residents - I will give them a word of Scripture or hand them a card for employment resources I picked up in my search.

When this man at the 7-11 came up he didn't ask for money - he asked for food. Which means he was in need - genuine need. I told him I'd see what I could do and headed off in to by him a pop and sand which. While I did that I skimmed the recesses, of my mind, aided by the Holy Spirit, for the right Scripture. John 6:35 seemed fitting.

I don't want to drag on (any more) or seem like I'm bragging about the moment I had with this man named TJ who spends what little he has on his pregnant wife who was back home in their dilapidated squat house. It's not about me, or even TJ or the 7-11. it's about where Jesus was that morning and how I didn't miss the opportunity to preach the Gospel message to a man in need of bread.
Look around you. Do you see anyone who need's Bread? I'm mean the Bread. It happens everyday. We walk by hundreds of people, all busy on their way to the next task and how often do we miss chances to talk, to engage and discover the beauty in life through other people? TJ and people just like him are all around if we but stop and look. I just happen  to make myself available to the Holy Spirit that morning and was rewarded more so than I could ever have been spending 8 bucks on nothing.