A minister passing through his church in the middle of the day, decided to pause by the altar and see who had come to pray.

     Just then the back door opened, a man came down the aisle. The minister frowned as he saw the man hadn't shaved in awhile. His shirt was kinda' shabby and his coat was worn and frayed. The man knelt, he bowed his head, then rose and walked away.

     In the days that followed, each noon-time came this chap. Each time he knelt just for a moment, a lunch pail in his lap. Well, the minister's suspicions grew and with robbery a main fear, he decided to stop the man and ask him, "Whatcha' doin' here?"

     The old man worked down the road. Lunch was half an hour and lunchtime was his prayer time for finding strength and power.

     "I stay only moments, see, 'cause the factory is so far away; as I kneel here talking to the Lord, this is kinda' what I say:

     The minister feeling foolish, told Jim, that was fine. He told the man he was welcome to come and pray at any time.

Time to go, Jim smiled and said "Thanks." He hurried to the door. The minister knelt at the altar, he had never done it before.

     His cold heart melted, warmed with love, met with Jesus there. As the tears flowed, in his heart, he repeated old Jim's prayer:

     Past noon one day, the minister noticed that old Jim hadn't come. As more days passed without Jim, he began to worry some.

     At the factory, he asked about him, learning he was ill. The hospital staff was worried, but Jim had given them a thrill.

     The week that Jim was with them brought changes in the ward. His smiles were a contagious joy. Changed people was his reward.

     The head nurse couldn't understand why Jim was so glad, when no flowers, calls or cards came and not a visitor he had.

     The minister stayed by his bed, he voiced the nurse's concern: No friends came to show they cared. He had nowhere to turn.

     Looking surprised, old Jim spoke up and with a winsome smile, "The nurse is wrong, she couldn't know, that all the while, every day at noon He's here, a dear friend of mine, you see, He sits right down, takes my hand, leans over and says to me: