Each of us has to choose our destiny despite our level of poverty and suffering. I prayed with this guy, Joe, outside a thrift store the other day. He looked homeless but was certainly in poverty. He was deeply wounded by his ex-wife who had sold the house at a huge reduction to someone connected with her new lover, without her husbands consent. In his current poverty and destitution, He can't and wont forgive her and is living to get revenge on her. A fallen away Catholic, he as much admitted that he has no time for God and has chosen Hell. I don't know how I would be if I was in his shoes. However the fact that he let me pray for him shows a tiny opening. I prayed for a word of knowledge for him, something that would show him, that God knows his sufferings and is close to him. Nothing though. Perhaps I would not have used it properly or perhaps the Father just needed my prayer for him. Continuing in that anyway.