The Pifalls of a Christian Upbringing

As I walked down the busy sidewalk with my wife, knowing we were late for church, my eye fell upon one of those unfortunate, ragged vagabonds that are found in every city these days.  Some people turned to stare....others quickly looked away as if the sight would somehow contaminate them.

Recalling my old pastor, Rev. Mabry, who always admonished me to "care for the sick, feed the hungry, and clothe the naked," I was moved by some powerful inner urge to reach out to this unfortunate person.

Wearing what can only be described as rags, carrying her treasured worldly possessions in two plastic bags, my heart was touched by this person's condition.

Yes, where some people saw only rags, I saw a plea for compassion.

A small voice inside my head called out, "Reach out, reach out and touch this person!" 
 
The  compulsion  was  so  strong, so  I  did ...

 
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Can't afford a pair of jeans...

Regards,

Beware the Good Samaritan

P/S:  I won't be at church this week.