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Sunday 15 April 2012

Helping those in need.

As I walked down a busy street, knowing I was late for Church, my  eye fell upon one of those unfortunate, homeless vagabonds (you  know, tattered clothing, long hair etc) that are found in every town  these days.

Some people turned to stare. Others quickly looked away as if  the sight would somehow contaminate them.

Recalling my old parish Vicar, The reverent Mike, who always  admonished me 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.

Wearing what can only be described as rags, carrying every  worldly possession in two plastic bags, my heart was touched by this  person's condition.

Yes, where some people saw only rags, I saw a true, hidden  beauty.
A small voice inside my head called out, 'Reach out, reach out  and touch this person!'






girl in jeans

So I did......


bandaged man

I won't be in Church next week....