Broken Pieces & Fractured Hearts

Broken Pieces & Fractured Hearts

I passed out Gatorade and bags of candy to some of my homeless friends, lingered, and gave a ride to an elderly man, a slow and kind soul who walks the streets a lot, but does have a place to sleep. I even met a man who served time in prison, who carried a scar from being shot from his drug deal days, but whose redemption in Christ has sent him to the streets, too, to share the gospel.

I was also engrossed in conversation with someone who sat in his wheelchair. His smile would change your countenance upon meeting him. And his joy isn’t about not losing his leg, but about the abundance of life he still has, and he was like a fall rain, rinsing off the dust of the day.