The greatest journey of the birth of an immigrant...a refugee happens tonight with three kings, who probably would be considered homeless.
The story touched my heart in a different way tonight. A number of homeless or those in need wonder into the services at All Pilgrims Church. Tonight was different. A homeless man walked in with the largest backpack. I am guessing all of his earthly possessions. He removed the backpack and left it at the back of the church.
He wanted to write a prayer and place it in the prayer wall at the front of the church. He walked up to the pastor during the music and scripture. He wanted something to write his prayer. He wrote his prayer and placed in in the wall.
He stopped and looked into my eyes through his Coke bottled, yellowing glasses covered in tape. He held his hand out. I held his hand and squeezed it. I Iooked into his eyes and said, "Merry Christmas." He offered a toothless grin.
I reflected on the footprints as I slowly walked home in the snow. The footprints will melt away, and I won't see them in the same way as I did tonight a journey of a man. You can see Christ in others.
Merry Christmas!
No comments:
Post a Comment