THE HOMELESS MAN
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 laying 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 fellowshipped for a few minutes, and someone brought up the man
laying 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." Then he
started singing
the words to this song. "If I can help somebody as I pass along. If I can
cheer
somebody with a word or song. If I can show somebody that he's traveling
wrong. Then my living shall not be in vain."