I met Jesus yesterday. Face to face.

He's a cashier at a grocery store in Front Royal, Virginia.

I was on my way home from work after a busy Monday visiting sick patients at the hospital, supporting families as their loved ones face the end of life, helping people struggling with addiction and staff cope with the challenges of being full-time caregivers. I'm a chaplain and a pastor, that's what I do all day. It's what I've trained to do, studied, practiced.

But then, yesterday, out of the blue, with no warning I met Jesus working the register at a grocery store.

First, I saw him patiently help the customer ahead of me. The one who only had 3 items in her cart, was very confused trying to figure out how much she could spend because she needed to have enough left over. He was gentle and patient with her. He couldn't be more than his late teens, maybe early 20s, but he was attentive and caring. No eye rolls or looks of frustration, just caring for this confused and frustrated woman. (I was the one who was frustrated at how long it was taking).

Then it was finally my turn to check out. He was a thin young man, wearing a cross made of horseshoe nails and wire. He smiled and asked gently, "May I pray for you?"

That was unexpected and caught me completely off guard. I said, "Yes, please." I was so moved that this young man would take the time to notice me and ask if he could pray for me. This was more than a transactional relationship for him. He was there to do more than simply earn his paycheck and go home. He saw me as more than an object, a thing to help pay his bills, he saw me as a person, a human being made in the image of God, who has a life outside of this 5-minute transaction and has needs that can be helped by God's intervention. I was deeply moved.

But he wasn't finished.

"What would you like me to pray for?" What should I say? How specific should I be? Should I say, "I'm currently under treatment for 2 types of advanced cancer and trying my best to keep going?" Should I tell him about my concerns about family members that I love, my desire to help my Church grow, and all the needs of the people I visit and staff I serve in the hospital?

There wasn't time to go into all of that, so I simply said "My health."

He stopped and said, "So you are having health problems. I'll pray for that."

By then the tears were starting to well up in me and I hurriedly helped him bag my groceries so I could get out of there before I started ugly crying in the grocery store check-out line.

But he wasn't done yet.

"What's your name?" That about finished me off. He wasn't just making conversation or using spiritual cliches like "I'll pray for you" as well-intentioned people often do, but sometimes forget to actually do. I knew that he really meant it. He was and is praying for me, Jeff, who has health needs. And based on what I saw, he's already pretty close to God. So I have a feeling God will listen attentively to his prayers.

As I sat in my car afterward waiting for the tears to subside, I had the overwhelming sense that I had just spent time with Jesus.

I met Jesus yesterday.

He works as a cashier at a grocery store in Front Royal, Virginia.