In Search of Sion

Often times when one is seeking God we grow tired and go through times of what seem like a “drought” of receiving the creators “rain”. For me personally, in my own walk, this is been going on for about six months. Honestly, I’m worn out and tired. Although Father has been merciful and gentle with me, I’ve gone over a huge transition in lifestyle, career and spiritual maturity over the last few years. When I see a sign or a lesson in daily life I am refreshed by a subtle reassurance that Father is there guiding my steps as grope though this Matrix called life. 

I’ve been pressing into Father lately about my purpose in life. “Why was I born?” these are not questions as to what my career will be. Not how I will retire in comfort or some great mark of achievement, but why am I on this earth and living this life? What positive impact can I have for the betterment of mankind both in the physical and spiritual realms? 

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Today an incident happened that not only brightened my day but the more I think on it there is some lessons through symbolism that I haven’t quite grasped yet. Perhaps a little meditation reflection with the Father things will become a little clearer. 

I went to the store to get some vegetables and fruit to last the rest of the week until we can do a little larger shopping trip over the weekend. As I was leaving and taking my cart to the truck to load up, across my path was this little old man with his shopping cart. He seemed disoriented and confused. I had seen this elderly man in the store several times getting his supplies at the grocery store. Honestly I’ve always had this feeling or premonition that we would cross paths and encounter each other someday. He is very old man to be probably close to, or in his 90s. He walks hunched over holding onto his cart for balance, using it as a walker of sorts to maintain his balance. He is of the old Hebrew people, wearing a faded “kippah”. Although feeble and stooped over, the man is obviously exercising some independence doing his own grocery shopping. As I’ve seen him before in the store he is really cutest elderly man I’ve ever seen and felt some sense of connection.

As he crossed my path on my way back to my truck I could see he was a little confused. I immediately had this feeling that this was no accident, that there is some spiritual connection or lesson here. He spoke in his old world accent, “I cannot my car”. I offered to assist him.

He reached into his fanny pack and remarked, “They say I can find it with this” producing his keyless entry fob trying to press the orange sticker on the back side of it.

I told him he “you need to turn it around” and took the keys and fob from him and read the front … “Sion.”  

The old Hebrew man said, “I cannot find my Sion”.

I wondered what this man had witnessed over his lifetime. He would have been at the age to have witnessed the trauma and hardships of WWII. I have never seen this man with any assistance in the store over the last year or so I’ve noticed him.

I offered to assist him is finding his “Sion”. I asked if I could push his cart but he refused. I noticed the cart was a balance for him so I took to the front of the cart, as he held on to it and followed as and we journeyed through the parking lot or “wilderness” to his “Sion”.

Having the keys and fob in hand I pressed the lock button repeatedly hearing nothing, so we continued our trek across the parking lot “wilderness” in search of “Sion”. As we got about half way across the lot, a faint “trumpeting” could be heard from the horn of his “Sion”. I said, “It’s over here, I can hear it!”

As we approached his “Sion”, I could see a sense of relief come over his face. I asked him if he needed assistance loading his vehicle but he declined, holding in to his last remaining bits of independence I am sure.

He reached out his bony hand and grasped mine and in his old world accent said, “thank you.” The old man then surprised me and said “I’d like to give you a big hug!” I stooped down and hugged his bony frame. It was one of the best hugs I’ve had in a long time.

I asked him one more time if he needed assistance loading his vehicle and he stubbornly declined again. The old Hebrew man was now reunited with his “Sion”.  

The incident really had some impact on me spiritually and that hug really made my day. I can’t help but wonder if he has someone to care for him and check in on him. The more I think on the incident I feel like there is some deeper lesson to be learned. Sometimes these types of encounters stick with me for a long time trying to figure out the simple but often complicated to figure out lessons attached to the encounter.   

I hope I see the little old man again. Our paths crossing seems like no accident and makes me think deep…