Dear Pastor,
I walked down the busy footpath, knowing I
was late for an important meeting. My eyes
fell upon one of those unfortunate, homeless
vagabonds that are found in every city these
days.
Wearing what can only be describes as rags,
carrying every worldly possession in two plastic
bags, my heart was so touched by this person's
condition.
Some people turned to stare. Others quickly
looked away as if the sight would somehow
contaminate them.
Recalling some long ago Sunday School admonition
to "care for the sick, feed the hungry and clothe
the naked," I was moved by some powerful inner
urge to reach out to this unfortunate person.
Yes, where some people saw only rags, I saw a
hidden beauty. A small voice inside my head
called out, "Reach out, REACH OUT!"
So I did..........
And so I won't be in church this Sunday!
I walked down the busy footpath, knowing I
was late for an important meeting. My eyes
fell upon one of those unfortunate, homeless
vagabonds that are found in every city these
days.
Wearing what can only be describes as rags,
carrying every worldly possession in two plastic
bags, my heart was so touched by this person's
condition.
Some people turned to stare. Others quickly
looked away as if the sight would somehow
contaminate them.
Recalling some long ago Sunday School admonition
to "care for the sick, feed the hungry and clothe
the naked," I was moved by some powerful inner
urge to reach out to this unfortunate person.
Yes, where some people saw only rags, I saw a
hidden beauty. A small voice inside my head
called out, "Reach out, REACH OUT!"
So I did..........
And so I won't be in church this Sunday!