Reach out...
In the true spirit of Christmas, I think I should relate this story to you:
There I was, walking down the busy footpath, knowing I was late for an
important meeting, my eye fell upon one of those unfortunate,
homeless vagabonds that are found in every city these days.
Wearing what can only be described as rags, carrying every
worldly possesion in two plastic bags, my heart was touched by
this person' s condition.
Some people turned to stare. Others quickly looked away as if
the sight would somehow contaminate them.
Recalling some long ago Sunday School admonition 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.
Yes, where some people saw only rags, I saw a hidden beauty.
A small voice inside my head called out,
"Reach out, reach out!"
So I did..........
My court case has been set for the end of the month.
There I was, walking down the busy footpath, knowing I was late for an
important meeting, my eye fell upon one of those unfortunate,
homeless vagabonds that are found in every city these days.
Wearing what can only be described as rags, carrying every
worldly possesion in two plastic bags, my heart was touched by
this person' s condition.
Some people turned to stare. Others quickly looked away as if
the sight would somehow contaminate them.
Recalling some long ago Sunday School admonition 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.
Yes, where some people saw only rags, I saw a hidden beauty.
A small voice inside my head called out,
"Reach out, reach out!"
So I did..........
My court case has been set for the end of the month.
RAFA
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