Homeless and Hungry

"Homeless and hungry. Anything will help."

The dilapidated cardboard sign stared at me from his shaking hands. A telephone pole on the corner held a second sign handwritten in black marker. "God Bless You."

Sometimes God asks me to give something, and sometimes he doesn't. This was one of the former. I got home, put a few things together, and headed straight back out. 

As I got to the corner I saw him, still standing there in his thin sweatshirt, hood up, holding the sign asking for help. I reached the corner and opened my window. He came over, folded his sign and took off his hood, and graciously received the bag I offered. I saw his face...he was young, but it was old and tired. As I continued through the intersection he opened it, and when I turned around to return home I saw that he had dropped to his knees and was praying. 

He remained that way until I could no longer see him. 

How often do we receive good things from God and hardly take a second to say thank you? This man opened a bag holding a small pile of one dollar bills and a king size Twix bar, and dropped to his knees in front of the world to thank God. 

I can say only that I am humbled.