As I walked down the busy sidewalk, knowing I was late for Mass, my eye fell upon one of those unfortunate, homeless vagabonds that are found in every city these days.
Some people turned to stare. Others quickly looked away as if the sight would somehow contaminate them.
Recalling my old pastor, Father 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 every worldly possession in two plastic bags, my heart was touched by this person's condition.
Yes, where some people saw only rags, I saw a true, hidden beauty.
A small voice inside my head called out, 'Reach out, reach out and touch this person!'
...so I did.
I won't be at Mass this week.
4 comments:
Thanks for my [almost] midnight chuckle.
This is like one of your funniest posts ever.
Did Father mention that you might not want to clothe the naked if they have a really nice body?
Snort snicker, lovely post Dave, lol.
Janice~
Best you've written so far! Not so philosophical...lol...nice to have a good laugh.
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