The guy was maybe in his mid-twenties, same as Jack. He brushed a pile of old leaves from a flat rock a few feet away and sat down. Then he looked directly at Jack. “I’m Beck.” He paused. “You’ve been running hard, Jack.”
A chill ran down Jack’s body. He was wrong about the guy. He must’ve been trailing him, watching him. Probably a hired assassin sent from one of the traffickers Jack had taken down. He started to stand, started to reach for his gun.
But before Jack could say or do anything, Beck smiled. “I won’t hurt you, Jack. I bring you good news.”
Jack looked around again. How did the guy know his name? Was he being punked by the other Dallas agents? Or had he hit his head and now he was dreaming? He blinked a few times and stared at the man. “Beck?”
“Yes.” He bent down and picked up a handful of loose dirt. “God is the potter. We’re the clay.” He turned to Jack again. “Your mother used to say that.”
“How… how do you know that?” Jack’s mouth had felt dry. He wasn’t sure whether to run or fall to his knees.
“See, Jack.” The strange man let the dirt sift through his fingers back to the ground. “Even though we’re only clay, God loves us.” He turned his otherworldly eyes to Jack. “He loves you.” A soft chuckle came from the guy. “And yes, God is real. But then… you already knew that.”
For the next half hour Beck had sat there, talking about what it meant to live and love. To put off all fear of loss, and embrace life. “By the way.” Beck leaned over his knees and stared at Jack. “Shane and your parents… they’re good.” His smile faded. “But they want more for you. We all do.”
“My family is dead.”
Beck shook his head. “No.” He looked out over the lake and his eyes lifted to the blue sky above. “They trusted in Jesus.” Once more he turned to Jack. “They don’t live here. But they’re more alive than ever before.”
Jack had wondered if he might pass out from the strangeness of the situation. Who was this guy and why was he saying these things? How could he have known not only Jack’s name, but Shane’s… and the fact that his family was long gone.
A minute of silence had passed between them. Then Beck stood and faced Jack. “Live life to the fullest, Jack. Jesus died so you could do that.” Beck’s kindness pierced straight through him. “Have you been living that way?”
Jack’s answer wasn’t needed. Obviously Beck already knew the truth. Jack looked at the water. “I made a lot of bad choices. After my parents died.” It was true. Jack was a good guy by the world’s standards. But he had moved from one girl to another.
Getting girls had been as easy as getting grades. No telling how many he had hurt along the way. Nothing had mattered to Jack back then. Right up until he met Oliver Layton. Shame filled Jack’s voice as he explained that to Beck.
But the man only nodded. “All people sin. Everyone falls short.” He waited a beat. “Even you. That’s why you need a Savior, Jack. It’s never too late, no matter what. Not for anyone.”
Why had Jack never understood that before? He had figured his chance with God—if there was a God—was behind him. His bad choices and reckless living had sealed the deal. But Beck was right, of course. There was still time to turn things around.
Jack hadn’t been sure what to say.
After a few seconds, Beck reached out his hand and the two shook. As their fingers touched, another chill ran down Jack’s spine. Beck lowered his voice, as if this was the most important part. “God is always a whisper away.” He smiled. “Let go of the past, Jack. Love God. Love people… love again.”
There they were. The same words his mother had always told him. Love God. Love people.
Tears filled Jack’s eyes, and there, with the stranger standing before him, Jack did something he had never done in front of anyone. Not since Shane died. He covered his face with his hands and he began to weep. He missed them so much, his family. Training himself to feel nothing, care about nothing but the mission ahead of him, had also denied him this.
The chance to grieve.
“God…” He still had his hands over his face. “I’m sorry. I… I need You.” He wanted to love again, he really did. And maybe now… maybe in light of this conversation, he and Eliza could… maybe they could…
He didn’t let himself go there.