I’m writing a longer more detailed version of this true life story elsewhere, but felt like sharing a condensed version here, because it’s a cool story, that i got to be a character in!

One day, when i lived in Paris, i saw a man about to jump from a high bridge. He already had his legs on the other side, and his body was trembling in wind.
Immediately, i felt The Spirit’s pacing as I walked slowly towards the man. I made eye contact, and was directed to pull out a sketch pad and draw three images. I did so—a door, a gate, and church house with steeple. Simple images. I was surprised how quickly and clearly i drew them with charcoals.

I approached the man, and held them up. Then started praying out loud. Amazingly, the man could understand me and started crying and speaking to me in fluent french, as if he understood everything i was saying. We conversed like this for a few minutes through tears. He then hugged me, came off the bridge and we walked to a nearby feeding shelter in a church. Everyone knew him there, and embraced him openly and lovingly.

That was my favorite day ever in Paris.

What struck me most was how The Spirit can communicate across cultures directly into a person’s heart, using images and prayer language, if we stay available. Since then, i have had other similar experiences, but I’ll never forget that one. Watching the Spirit save that man’s life, motivates me to stay available as I roam.