Under the fading light of day, I witnessed a scene that tugged at my heartstrings. A young man, barely out of his teens, stood at the edge of life’s crossroads.
With a cardboard sign held high, he seemed to be fighting against the invisibility that often cloaks those on the streets. As my car inched closer, a spark of recognition ignited within me. Did I know this young man? In my car lay a gift card, a simple offering for sustenance, and scripture cards, tiny links to remind folks of eternal hope and comfort in Christ.
I couldn’t help but lower my window, reaching out to him as the traffic light turned green, but I was able to offer a brief encounter. My voice echoed, “Remember, God does love you!”