The reaction is always one of disbelief and near shock. There was the older couple. She got out of the car and walked off to the side while the gentleman spoke with me. He tried to give me some money and when I gave him our card and the dollar he was speechless. He went over to his wife and told her about it and I overhead her say, “That’s crazy!” She ended up giving me a hug before they left.

 

There was the guy who came through and just wanted to give us money; said his car would fall apart if we washed it. We refused his money and had a nice chat about how he recently beat an addiction with God’s help, he just wanted to pay back someway. We ended up having prayer for him at his request.

 

Two bikers came through. The second one was big and burley and rough looking. When he received the dollar from us and the explanation for why we were doing this (to share the love of God) he got choked up and had to fight back tears. He said, “if you knew my story….” and then shared how his wife recently died. He said “this really touches me.” He shook my hand several times and thanked us all.  

 

This is the beauty of sharing God’s love in unexpected ways and places. Although we washed just a handful of cars, each of those who we encountered tonight, encountered the living, loving, grace giving God. It was a pleasure for us to be his vessel.