Prayin'

I had lunch today with a guy from the UK. We couldn't erase the differences between our people, but we did have a nice time talking about our lives. His is a little different from mine. He's lived in the United States for quite some time and even married an American. In fact, they have two American children now. Here's the rub...his work Visa expired two weeks ago. He was honest about his past in England, which had been sealed after seven years in his home country....but he decided to tell the good ol' U.S. of A anyhow. So they won't let him live here. He's facing the very real possibility that he'll have to pack up his things and move East tomorrow....really, really East.
I can't imagine what that'd be like. I'm in the midst of a small move one state over and it has me all messed up. And the food here is pretty good.
Culture shock by force has to be the worst kind of culture shock. I'm praying that the immigration office would cut him a break tomorrow. He's meeting with them at half 9 (9:30)
He could use a bunch of us praying.
Just a thought.
His name is Keith.
He's a pretty solid fella, so you can feel good praying for him.