He slept where he stopped.
He never owned a car.
He carried no identification
He did not have hospital coverage.
He had no political affiliation.
He was clothed unlike others.
He ran with a pack.
He did not shave.
Never operated a computer.
Never carried a cell phone
His hair was long.
He did not have a place to live.
He was not employed.
He was clothed unlike others.
He moved around alot.
He was ‘not to be trusted’.
He was not ‘one of us.’
A loner.
Many said he had delusions of grandeur.
He really never fitted it.
He was disruptive.
He gathered crowds.
He spoke loud.
He lost his temper.
“Why would we allow this man on our streets?
Can’t the “city father’s ” do something about this?
This should not be allowed on our streets you say?
This is not to be tolerated by hard-working tax -payers.
Homelessness you say…too big a burden.
It is not my concern.
He was probably always a no one.”
Would you take the time to know him?.
Would you like to know what he is up to?
Would you like to know what he has to say?
He is someone’s son.
He is someone’s friend.
He is someone’s brother.
He matters to them.
Would you like to know his name?
His name is Jesus.
Would we crucify him the way we just did
This homeless man ?
You never know behind whose eyes
The Master is hiding.
Michael linked me to this. I read it, and the tears just flowed. It’s the most beautiful think I’ve read in a long time. I’ve got goosebumps.
Most importantly one never knows when they well be wearing those shoes. Like Depression it knows no boundaries, if your foot didn’t slip in theres a bigger size for you. Like a steal-toed boot, the Titanic still sank. Like wearing a hard hat and steal toed boots, still allowed ones spin to sever the mind from its foot, and the employee to live the rest of his life disabled. Yet the Hard hat and the Steal toed boot had nothing to do with the employee managing to stay Alive.