As he laid there on the sidewalk, cigarette still burning, the other homeless people where flagging down the ambulance. I stopped for a moment to render a prayer that God would take care of his soul. Then the realization hit my heart. God was crying for the death of this homeless man just as he did for that of his own son. This man destitute and alone is a child of the living God. He may not have the ability to attend church… hold down a job… or have a family, but God breathed life into him and gave him a purpose. We need to stop each day and remember that all the things we chase… all the things we think are important… don’t compare to the love of our Savior!!!
I love you!