The Stranger on the Street

I am not really a fan of this assignment.

I am supposed to write a letter to a stranger.

Ugh. I have to have more direction than that, so I will create it.

To the stranger I will meet in New Orleans,

I hope I talk to you, take advantage of meeting someone with a lifetime of different experiences than me. I hope I can be an encouragement to you, the hands and feet of Jesus, while I work on building a house. I hope your week is brightened by our team's presence, a lift at just the right time. I hope I see your story rather than judge your appearance. I hope you play music and create memories for my kids. I hope you will be given an ear, someone who wants to hear what you have to say. I hope I can be patient if you change plans on me.

But, really, I just hope I see you. Really see you, even if just for a moment.