[Risk No. 705] I met Gabriel at the Vista Co. courts, while waiting for my friends sentencing. The man ahead of my friend spelled Latin gang-banger if I’ve ever seen one. He had more tattoos on his face than most people have on their entire body. Covered. I heard a little bit about his case and just began praying for him and inviting Jesus to move on his behalf.

Later, after a grueling hour and a half, possibly one of the hardest things I’ve witnessed, I was walking out of the court and noticed this same man waiting on a bench. I stooped down and told him I was praying for him, that God noticed him and cared for him. I asked his name and blessed him. Our eyes locked. He knew I meant it, I knew God loved him.