As I walked down the busy sidewalk with my wife, knowing
I was late for church, my eye fell upon one of those
unfortunate, ragged vagabonds that are found in every
city these days. Some people turned to stare. Others
quickly looked away as if the sight would somehow
Recalling my old pastor, Brother 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
her treasured worldly possessions in two plastic bags, my
heart was touched by this person's condition.
Yes, where some people saw only rags, I saw a true,
A small voice inside my head called out, "Reach out,
reach out and touch this person."
So I did, and my wife reached out and touched me.