is this FAITH or something eLse..?

A minister passing through his churchin the middle of the day,Decided to pause by the altarand see who had come to pray.Just then the back door opened,a man came down the aisle,The minister frowned as he sawthe man hadn't shaved in a while.His shirt was kind a shabbyand 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,with robbery a main fear,He decided to stop the man and ask him,"What are you doing here?"The old man said, he worked down theroad.Lunch was half an hour.Lunchtime was his prayer time,For finding strength and power."I stay only moments, see,because the factory is so far away;as I kneel here talking to the Lord,This is kind a what I say:"I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN,SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER'S FRIENDSHIPAND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY,BUT I THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.SO, JESUS, THIS IS JIMCHECKING IN TODAY."The minister feeling foolish,told Jim, that was fine.He told the man he was welcomeTo come and pray just anytime.Time to go, Jim smiled, said "Thanks."He hurried to the door.The minister knelt at the altar,he'd never done it before.His cold heart melted, warmed withlove,and met with Jesus there.As the tears flowed, in his heart,he repeated old Jim's prayer:"I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, LORD,HOW HAPPY I'VE BEEN,SINCE WE FOUND EACH OTHER'S FRIENDSHIPAND YOU TOOK AWAY MY SIN.I DON'T KNOW MUCH OF HOW TO PRAY, BUTI THINK ABOUT YOU EVERYDAY.SO, JESUS, THIS IS ME CHECKING INTODAY."Past noon one day, the minister noticedthat 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 he'd given them a thrill.The week that Jim was with them,Brought changes in the ward.His smiles, a joy contagious.Changed people, were his reward.The head nurse couldn't understandwhy Jim was so glad,when no flowers, calls or cards came,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 spokeup and with a winsome smile;"the nurse is wrong, she couldn't know,that in here all the whileeveryday 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:"I JUST CAME AGAIN TO TELL YOU, JIM,HOW HAPPY I HAVE BEEN,SINCE WE FOUND THIS FRIENDSHIP,AND I TOOK AWAY YOUR SIN.ALWAYS LOVE TO HEAR YOU PRAY,I THINK ABOUT YOU EACH DAY,AND SO JIM, THIS IS JESUSCHECKING IN TODAY."May God hold you in the palm of Hishandand Angels watch over you.But for those of us who are alreadyHis, He notonly holds us in the palm of His hand,but hasengraved our names there, and we arecontinuallyin His sight (Isaiah 49:16)Yes, I do love God. He is my source ofexistence and SaviorHe keeps me functioning each andeveryday. Without Him, Iwill be nothing. Without him, I amnothing but with Him "I cando all things through Christ thatstrengthens me." Phil 4:13This is too good not to share -So this is me ... Just Checking In