The man at the ATM bank machine was wearing his pyjamas.
This was not unusual, since the machine is inside our local bar/gambling casino.
People with serious addictions are sometimes not fussy about their wardrobe choices.
We were in this establishment because it was so scorching hot this summer, and the casino is the only spot that has reliable air-conditioning.
I had a diet coke, my husband had a Stella Artois beer, and we split a club sandwich.
The kind server, Gloria, was seeking advice from my husband concerning the long wait her husband was experiencing trying to see a heart specialist.
I watched the people at the machines. They all had the same expressions on their faces, a combination of sadness, expectation, and desperation. Their focus was intense, as they thought that with the next spin their fortunes would change.
I fantasized about going over to the gamblers and telling them that Jesus loves them.
However, this remained just a fantasy. I’m bold when writing about our Lord, but less confident in telling strangers about Him.
I wondered if Christ would have entered establishments such as this if they had been available when he was on earth.
I believe he would have ministered here. He came, not for the righteous, but to call sinners to repentance. He came to love, heal and forgive. Everyone is uniquely precious to God, who longs, through Jesus, to enter into a personal relationship with each of us.
I am still praying for the man in the casino in his pyjamas.