The Homeless Man

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The Homeless Man

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It

was a cold winter’s day that Sunday. The parking lot to the church was

filling up quickly. I noticed as I got out of my car that fellow church

members were whispering among themselves as they walked to the church.

As I got closer, I saw a man leaned up against the wall outside the

church. He was almost lying down as if he was asleep.

He had on a long trench coat that was almost in shreds, and a hat

topped his head, pulled down so you could not see his face. He wore

shoes that looked 30 years old, too small for his feet, with holes all

over them. His toes stuck out.

I assumed this man was homeless and asleep, so I walked on by through

the doors of the church. We all gathered for fellowship for a few

minutes, and someone brought up the man lying outside. People snickered

and gossiped, but no one bothered to ask him to come in, including me.

A few moments later, church began. We all waited for the preacher to

take his place and to give us the Word, when the doors to the church

opened. In came the homeless man walking down the aisle with his head

down.

People gasped and whispered and made faces. He made his way down the

aisle and up onto the pulpit. He took off his hat and coat. My heart

sank. There stood our preacher. . .he was the “homeless man.”

No one said a word.

The preacher took his Bible and laid it on the stand. “Folks, I don’t think I have to tell you what I am preaching about today.”

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