Pray With Strangers–Even If You Don’t Really Want To

She barely made our flight. Just before the plane door closed, she charged in, marching down the isle like a bulldozer. She wore a faded Def Leppard t-shirt, a puffy coat with a coffee stain, jeans that must’ve been two sizes too small and a menacing scowl.

Surely, she won’t sit next to us, I thought as I glanced at the empty seat next to my husband, Mike. But of course, she did.

She was as broad as she was tall, so it took her a while to wedge her body into the seat. Soon, another passenger came down the aisle behind her and said, “Lady, you’re in my seat.”

Angrily, she replied, “What in the ‘heck’ (or something like that) difference does it make? I’m not moving. Go find another seat!”

Meekly, the guy took a seat a few rows back.

This was going to be a long flight.

And it was, except we never left the ground. Snow began to fall. Not just light, happy snow, but fat, swarming flakes came down so hard that soon the ground of Salt Lake City Airport was covered, as well as the wings of the plane.

We had expected bad weather. The storm was so formidable it was even named, “Snowstorm Helena” (January 2017), and now, we were stuck in it. We waited, fully loaded on the tarmac for over an hour.

We began talking with our new seatmate. She was a lady trucker. One of her kids was in jail, the other in rehab. She married her current husband only because she was broke—not for love—and she told him this upfront. “The ridiculous thing is,” she said, “he expects me to be faithful. That’s impossible when I’m on the road.”

This was so much more than I wanted to know.

Bitterly, she continued, “I’m not going to be faithful to someone I don’t even love. He’s such a loser. I’ve been on a cross-country haul and now I’m stuck in this ‘dang’ snowstorm. I have to get to Kansas City by tomorrow.” Then strangely, she teared up a little. Her rough, cursing-every-other-word exterior seemed to slip just a bit as she said, “I’m having gastric bypass surgery next week.”

Fear flickered across her face as she grew nostalgic: “I’ve never really had a chance in life. Dad used to beat us kids when he was drunk. Mom died of an overdose. Basically, life sucks. Here’s the tattoo I got last year after I was taken off suicide watch.” I shuttered as I noticed the ferocious scar on her wrist next to her small peace-symbol tattoo.

After an uncomfortable silence, I redirected the conversation:

“I hear gastric bypass is a life-changing surgery. It sounds like you’ve had a lot of pain in the past, maybe God will use this to give you a new life.”

She narrowed her eyes at me defensively for a long minute. “That’s pretty unlikely—since I’m an atheist,” she snarled. “I believe God wants to make me as miserable as possible before I die. So far, he’s done a ‘heck’ of a job.”

Finally, our flight was cancelled, so we deplaned. Later, I saw her walking in the terminal and for some reason I really can’t explain, I asked if I could pray with her about her upcoming surgery.

“It can’t hurt,” she grumbled.

So I prayed with a complete stranger, a lady trucker, an atheist and a suicide survivor in a busy airport terminal in the middle of a snowstorm.

I don’t do that very often.
In fact, I never do anything like that.
It felt awkward.
I didn’t really want to do it.

“Lord, protect her life during surgery next week. Heal her pain. Give her a second chance—a fresh start, a new life that includes you as Lord. Let this be a new beginning. Show her that you love her and want to bless her.” In Jesus’ name, amen.

Tears flowed over her carefully built dam of brawn and bitterness. And my tears flowed, too. I cried because I realized how easily I avoid the people who need love the most. It took being stuck in a snowstorm for me to stop and show compassion to a stranger. I wish it hadn’t.

I held her as she sobbed for a long while. Finally, she whispered, “Maybe you’re right; maybe God does love me, after all. Thank you.” And then she walked away.

Sometimes, God calls us to display His love to strangers. We may never know why. We may never see the outcome. We may never realize the power of following His lead. It may feel really awkward. We may not want to go. But every time I let the Lord lead me to love someone who is hurting, I walk away blessed. I think we all do.

Be willing to go to where the Lord sends you. Don’t hold back. Demonstrate His love to the bitter, needy and hurting. There are souls at stake. People locked in misery. Truckers caught in a storm. They need to hear how much God loves them. So many people simply do not know. Tell them:

“For God so loved the world (not as a mass, but as individuals, like you and me) that he sent his one and only son (which is the greatest gift of love ever given), so that whoever (truckers, atheists, travelers, writers) believes in him should not perish but have everlasting life.” John 3:16


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May Patterson, author of "Seeking a Familiar Face," began writing in response to God’s grace. And by this grace, she has written, taught the Bible and spoken at a variety of events. Her ministry focus is to help people draw closer to God and each other. May is married to her dear friend Mike, and they have three grown children. She has a great love for her family, the great outdoors and travel.


  1. Brooke Edmondson January 22, 2018 at 8:42 am - Reply

    What a wonderful encouragement story! Thank you for sharing! Hope you are doing well! Congrats on your book! I need to get it!

    • maypatterson January 22, 2018 at 10:32 am - Reply

      Good to hear from you Brooke! I hope you are doing well. I would love for you to get a copy of my book–you may recognize some of the stories–and when you are finished reading it, I hope you will pass it on to someone who needs encouragement.

  2. Pat King January 22, 2018 at 8:57 am - Reply

    Love this…fits right in with my study of Romans and showing mercy innRo 9

    • maypatterson January 22, 2018 at 10:40 am - Reply

      Pat it is such a blessing for me to know you are out there reading! Years ago, you gave a stranger (me) this same message about God’s love as you taught Romans at BSF. I sat there in tears after your lessons because I didn’t begin to grasp God’s love until then. Thank you for taking your time to show me!

  3. Aggie January 23, 2018 at 9:34 am - Reply

    When I ran into you yesterday, I had not seen this post yet. This brought me to big, grateful tears! Thank you, May. The world does need to hear and I’m so thankful for your example that will encourage all who read this. May God continue to bless you and inspire you to inspire others with your beautiful gift.

    • maypatterson January 24, 2018 at 4:04 pm - Reply

      Thank you Aggie! So glad it was an encouragement to you. Praying with the trucker lady certainly blessed me, even though I felt pretty awkward about it at first. I think God invites us all to step out, but many times, I’m reluctant to follow Him. Thanks for commenting!

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