05/04/2025
😢 They say there’s a mysterious story that once happened in a quiet neighborhood—one that still gives people chills when they hear it.
She woke up with a strange peace in her heart. Something was different. Lighter. Warmer. As she opened the curtains and saw the morning sun pouring in, she smiled.
Without thinking twice, she looked up and whispered, “Jesus… would you have coffee with me today? I’m inviting You.”
She got dressed, grabbed her purse, and walked to the small neighborhood café. It wasn’t fancy, but the smell of fresh bread and roasted coffee always felt like home.
As she turned the corner, she noticed a homeless man sitting on the sidewalk, wrapped in a tattered coat. People passed by, some turning their heads, others just pretending he wasn’t there.
He looked up at her, gently, and said, “Miss, could you buy me a cup of coffee?”
She paused. Her heart beat a little faster. Without hesitation, she entered the café, bought two coffees, and handed one to the man.
He took the cup, smiled softly, and said, “Thank you for the invitation, my daughter.”
She froze.
Her eyes widened, and tears welled up.
The man looked into her soul and said, “You invited Me to have coffee… how did you expect Me to be dressed?”
She fell to her knees, trembling.
And in that quiet, sacred moment, she understood: Jesus had come. Just as she asked. Not in glory. But in humility. As He always does.