OOPS

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As I walked down the busy sidewalk with my wife, knowing I was

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, Brother Mike, 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, but I saw a true, hidden

beauty.


A small voice inside my head called out, "Reach out, reach out and

touch this person."


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So I did.



And my wife reached out and touched me.



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I won't be at church this week.