Paris, France
All around the world there are those who live the streets. Imagine all of your possessions in five bags. Imagine not having the luxury of a shower, fresh sheets, the privacy of a bathroom, a refrigerator to protect your food. Last night I tossed and turned ... sleeping in a hotel with sheets that didn't seem to fit right. Yet there I was in a hotel with air conditioning. Clean sheets and towels ... and little bottles of shampoo, conditioner and lotion.
This man, he is my brother ... he is your brother. I watched him from the bus window and wondered when was the last time someone looked him in the eye to say hello. How many times people cross the street to avoid him? How many parents hold on tighter to their children as they pass?
How valuable is it for you to have someone look you in the eye and say hello. To acknowledge your presence. Babies thrive when they are held ... when people play with them ... when they are looked at in the eye. We are no different at 10, 20, 30, 40, 50, 60, 70, 80, 90 or 100.
This man ... he is in our towns.
He is in our offices.
He is in our lives.
He is our brother.
Don't walk on by.
Look him in the eye
Greet him in love.
'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.' Matthew 25:40
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