September 22, 2017

My Journey to God

The Homeless Man

Southern Indiana: a red light
A man on the corner held a cardboard sign
He had a beard, black hair, pleading eyes.
I hesitated that day,
When will the light change, I prayed.
I opened my purse, passed a $5 bill to my husband.
My husband’s hand reached the man.
“Have a nice day,” exclaimed my husband.
Usually a “thank you, Ma’am!” Or, “God bless!”
But this man simply looked at me
with the eyes of Jesus.

By Janet Tosick
 

(Janet Tosick is a member of St. Michael Parish in Greenfield.)

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