So a super cool little God moment happened today. I went to mass for the first time in months. There was an outdoor one being hosted at the FOCUS headquarters where I work. After mass I decided to go exploring since I was already up near the mountains. A friend suggested I check out Mount Evans because there is a road that allows people to drive up there.
As I was on my way I took an exit off the freeway and noticed a car parked on the side of the road with its hood up and a man standing next to it. I pulled over and asked if he needed any help. He just sort of stared at me with a puzzled look. I asked him again if he needed any help. This time he replied, “Español. Español.” He didn’t speak English. I learned some spanish a long time ago, but it is more than a bit rusty. However, I at least remembered enough to ask him if he needed help. I didn’t understand his reply, but it sounded like he did. I looked up the word for jumper cables and asked him if that is what he needed. He shook his head no, and replied with some more words I didn’t understand. However, I caught the word agua, which means water, and after a few more jumbled questions I figured out he needed antifreeze. I had some in the back of my car, and told him he could have it. He went and filled up his car and then came back and thanked me. Before he left I asked him if he knew Jesus, again in spanish. He pulled out a cross from a rosary he was wearing and said that he did. We just smiled at each other and said goodbye. Right after I left I realized that today is Pentecost, the feast remembering when the Apostles went out and spoke in different tongues and people from many nations understood. What a cool blessing to be able to help someone who didn’t speak english today and then be able to share Jesus with him. God is good.
William Joseph Scheremet