I feel pretty guilty. There's a guy who come to our church. He usually stands in the back by the sound booth during the service. I hadn't seen him in a few weeks and then this week he was back. But he was on a crutch and had a back brace on. I asked him what had happened, quietly cause it was during the service. He told me that he had been in a motorcycle accident. He had broken his back in two places, fractured his leg in two places, and broke his collar bone. And then he told me that a good friend of his who had been with him died in the accident.

I didn't know what to say. I mean what do you say. He looked broken, emotionally. I told him that I would be praying for him. But the worst thing is, I don't even know his name. I can't imagine how he must be feeling. I went to pat him on the shoulder to comfort him and he grimaced in pain. I'm such an idiot. He just told me he had broken bones and I pat him on the back.

I've been thinking about him since Sunday morning non-stop. I want him to know that when I said I was praying for him, I really am, all day long. And I want to stop being the guy who spends 5 seconds saying hi to people and I don't even get to know their name. I think though, I want to thank God that he was back at our church. We need to now be the family he needs, and rally around him.