The cold autumn wind swept down the narrow downtown street, bringing with it a persistent drizzle. He snugged his tattooed arms deeper into his worn out raincoat to keep warm. “Spare some change, please,” he chimed as the well-heeled couple strode out of the doors towards the nearby Macy’s. They strode by. He looked fit but his shabby, tattered sweater and army fatigues, his unshaven stubble and his few bags of possessions told a different story. Many coming out, now nourished at Eucharist, looked at him; some nodded but moved on briskly. Others crossed the empty street; always an easier route out. He looked into his outstretched hand: not enough. Then, he felt a tug. An older homeless vet halved his sandwich from the nearby 7-11, and nodding, invited him to eat.
from my journeys with God's people
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