We’d arranged to meet in a café and I was slightly delayed. When I arrived he was comforting a crying woman. I blinked, watched as he wrote down her address, and then reversed. Later, I got the full story:
The café was empty, but the woman sat on the sofa with Glen. Asked what he was up to. Put a hand on his knee.
‘Just waiting for my wife’, he said, smiling. ‘It’s our day off and we’re meeting for coffee’.
The woman sighed and removed her hand. ‘That’s nice’ she said. ‘I’ve been having problems with my boyfriend. To be honest with you, he’s got a lot of issues.’
‘How did you meet?’
‘In hospital. I told him I wanted to have sex with him – first time we spoke.’
‘And it’s not going so great now?’
‘Tell the truth, I’ve got some issues too. I was in the Maudsley (hospital for mental health) for five years – with anorexia’.
‘How was it there?’
‘I miss it – there were lots of rules, but they told me what to do and looked after me. The days had a plan. Now I’m out it’s harder. I don’t know what to do with myself. I started drinking, going with men. And I used to be the opposite. Straight As, did it all right. A virgin – I never went with anyone. Anyway. What are you doing? Working at your computer?’
Glen took a sip of coffee. Funny thing, he said, showing her the screen. I’m writing a talk for Sunday on part of the Bible. Maybe you’ve heard of it. Luke 15 – the prodigal son.
She had heard of it, but Glen retold it anyway. Two sons – one straight-laced, always had to get things right. The other, a tear-away, blowing his money on all the wrong things. “Sounds like maybe you started off as an older brother and now you’re a younger one?”
“That’s totally it. What should I do?”
They read the verses about a rebellious son coming home to a Father’s love. She started to cry. ‘It would be amazing if this was true.’
Glen took her address and he’s sending her my book. Please pray.