I walked down the busy street, knowing I was late for an important meeting.
My eye fell upon one of those unfortunate, homeless people that are found in
every town these days.
Wearing what can only be described as rags, carrying every worldly
possession in two plastic bags, my heart was touched by this person's
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 and touch this person.'
So I did..........
I won't be in church this Sunday