Deluxe Diner #3Print This Post
“Your Father knoweth what things ye have need of, before ye ask Him.” (Matthew 6:8)
Care to take yet another stoll with me in the Museum of Memories? The year was 1972. Belinda and I were newlyweds, and “in the ministry.” (That’s preacher-code for broke). We had managed to get into a conference being hosted in Dallas, and during the lunch break we made our way into the downtown area to find a place to eat.
The problem was that we didn’t have much money, so we had to pick and choose carefully.
I remembered a place where I had eaten some months earlier when I had been downtown. It was called Deluxe Diner’s #3. It was a shotgun style café, long and compact. There was just enough room inside for the grill, the cooks, the counter-top, and customers seated on bar stools. That left about a two foot clearance for people to come and go from behind the stools as they were done.
Once you entered the place you suddenly realized that the only reason they named it Deluxe Diner’s 3# was to make you think there were two more somewhere else.
But, they had the best hamburgers in the world, and served them on a “Mount Everest” pile of golden, greasy fries. My mouth is watering even now as I write about ‘em.
We made our way in, sat down and ordered one large double cheeseburger with fries, and two ice teas. We figured we had just enough cash to cover the cost, so we would split the burger and share the fries. You got a lot for your money there.
As we were eating, a business man sitting next to Belinda, opposite of the side I was on, started a conversation with her.
“Good burgers, huh?” he asked.
“Yes they are,” Belinda answered.
And the conversation went on like that for a bit. He said he was a business man with Sun Oil Company, and that he often ate at Deluxe Diner’s #3.
There was a moment in the conversation as I looked across from Belinda at the man, that the Holy Spirit spoke to my heart and said, “This man is going to pay for your lunch.”
After several minutes passed the man got up to leave and made his way to the cashier, saying nothing more to us except, “Have a nice day.”
I then prayed, “Lord, I know you told me this man would pay for our lunch, but what am I to do when we leave if the cashier tries to tell me he didn’t do it?”
At that moment I felt a tap on my shoulder and tunred to see the businessman. “Son, I just paid for your lunch,” he said, “so don’t let them try and pull anything over on you when you get up to leave.”
Jesus said it best – “Your Father knoweth what things ye have need of, before ye ask Him.” (Matthew 6:8)