I blurted out, “I don’t think I know you.” She tried to respond but all that came out was a silent expression of grief.
I put my hands together and said, “I will pray for you.” She nodded in relief, and I went on my way.
What a moment! Christ was present in this woman; Christ was present in me; Christ was present between us. I didn’t feel I should stop, hear her the story, get more involved. But I have prayer for her and will continue to do so. Her ‘name’ written in my prayer book.