I am homeless . . .
I am not an animal, I am a man –
Why do you look the other way?
Why do you look down?
Why do you try to avoid eye contact?
Why do you hold your breath as you come near me?
Do I really smell that bad?
I know, I know,
If I would just get a job . . .
Your sandwich sure looks good –
I haven’t eaten anything in over 3 days . . .
surely, you could offer me a bite?
No change huh?
ATM across the street is probably out of money too . . .
It is -8 degrees out.
I slept, well, I tried to sleep
a bridge last night
You are going to pray for me?!?
That I get a coat so I can be warm?
A coat like the one you got on?
YOU sure look warm in it!
no one has hugged me in over 2 years.
Do you know how bad that hurts?
How lonely that feels?
I am a nobody . . .
the least of the “somebodies”
the scourge of society . . .
you don’t want to see me . . .
you don’t want to hear my voice . . .
you wish I would just go away so you wouldn’t have to feel guilty . . .
but I have been here
for longer than you know . . .
since the dawn of creation.
I am Jesus.
Matthew 25:45-46 (CJB)
45 And he will answer them,
‘Yes! I tell you that
whenever you refused to do it for the least important of these people,
you refused to do it for me!’
46 They will go off to eternal punishment,
but those who have done what God wants will go to eternal life.”