The Hobo
It was a cold winter's day that Sunday. The parking lot
to the church was filling up quickly. I noticed as got out
of my car fellow church members were whispering among
themselves as they walked in the church.
As I got closer I saw a man leaned up against the wall
outside the church. He was almost laying down as if he was
asleep. He had on a long trench coat that was almost in
shreds and a hat topped his head, pulled down so you could
not see his face. He wore shoes that looked 30 years old,
too small for his feet, with holes all over them, his toes
stuck out. I assumed this man was homeless, and asleep, so I
walked on by through the doors of the church. We all
fellowshipped for a few minutes, and someone brought up the
man laying outside. People snickered and gossiped but no one
bothered to ask him to come in, including me.
A few moments later church began. We all waited for the
Preacher to take his place and to give us the Word, when the
doors to the church opened.
In came the homeless man walking down the aisle with his
head down. People gasped and whispered and made faces. He
made his way down the aisle and up onto the pulpit where he
took off his hat and coat. My heart sank. There stood our
preacher ...he was the "homeless man".
No one said a word. The preacher took his Bible and laid it
on his stand. "Folks, I don't think I have to tell you what
I am preaching about today."
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