We were feeding the homeless under the bridge on Tuesday night. Toward the end of the evening, I had a conversation with a man who was from Detroit. He came down to Helena for the funeral of his mother about a year ago. He ended up staying with a girl friend until he lost his job. He has since been living on the streets. He has no family here. It was a cold night. I remember thinking as he was talking to me, what can I say?
I had a similar feeling as I stood in Stacie's apartment listening to her. What could I say?
I remember thinking at both times that the accessibilty of the kingdom of heaven is supposed to be good news to them. I didn't say anything in either situation. It wasn't a matter of being "bold." It was more a matter of believing it, believing that my words would not ring hollow, that, given the situation, what was done said more than any words I could speak, and how acts of compassion are different than spiritual formation.
It has me thinking about the kingdom. Will it work for a man that has nothing and nobody and is sleeping under the bridge?
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