It was a cold winter's day that Sunday. The parking lot to
the church was filling up quickly. I noticed as I got out of
car that fellow church members were whispering among
they walked to the church. As I got closer I saw a man
against the wall outside the church. He was almost laying
if he was asleep. He had on a long trench coat that was
shreds and a hat topped his head, pulled down so you could
He wore shoes that looked 30 years old, too small for his
feet with holes all over them, his toes stuck out. I assumed
man was homeless, and asleep, so I walked on by through the
the church. We all fellowshipped for a few minutes, and
brought up the man laying outside. People snickered and
no one bothered to ask him to come in, including me. A few
later church began. We all waited for the Preacher to take
place and to give us the Word, when the doors to the church
came the homeless man walking down the aisle with his head
People gasped and whispered and made faces. He made his way
aisle and up onto the pulpit 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 the stand.
"Folks, I don't think I have to tell you what I am preaching
Then he started singing the words to this song. "If I can
help somebody as I pass along. If I can cheer somebody with
word or song. If I can show somebody that he's traveling
Then my living shall not be in vain."
"IS YOUR LIVING IN VAIN?"
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