Early this morning I was with my friend Gary. We ran into a homeless man who had been standing outside since midnight waiting for a soup kitchen to open. Snowing all night and frigid temperatures.
Gary invited this man to have a cup of coffee. The guy was quite literally almost frozen. Gary rubbed his hands together to warm them–it was the only way the homeless guy could hold a cup of coffee. Gary then proceeded to take the guy’s tennis shoes off–they were soaked. The homeless guy didn’t have any socks on. Gary got a towel and dried the man’s bare feet.
This was the amazing part . . . Next, Gary took off his own shoes and socks and put his socks on the homeless man’s feet.
This morning I saw Jesus . . . in the homeless man . . . and in Gary.