Saturday, 19 January 2019

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Nothing Doing

This past Saturday I woke up early.  It was 5:30 or so.  Most likely, the hot and humid weather had something to do with it.  I also had a full day ahead of me, which probably contributed to my waking up before the crack of dawn.

I was at church right around 6:30.  I came in the back way as I had some trash to put in the dumpster.    As I rounded the corner to my office something caught my eye.

I noticed that a bright yellow kid's bike was propped up by the entry way.  Then I saw something else.  A man was sleeping next to the front door by our sanctuary.  

The young man must have been exhausted.  He was sound asleep on the sidewalk.  I wondered if I had ever been so tired that I could have slept on concrete. 

I wondered what to do.  In the end, I did nothing.  And, strangely enough, I believe this was exactly the right thing to do.  

I could have woken the man up so I could "witness" to him. 

I could have woken the man up and offered him breakfast.

I could have woken the man up to see if there was any way I could be of assistance to him.

I did none of these of things.

Instead, I went about my business.  After working in my office for an hour or so, I headed outside.  I began to water the plants and shrubs in front of church.  

In the meantime, our guest slept on.  He turned to his side at one point.

Like I said, the man must have been exhausted, utterly spent, to be able to sleep on concrete.

About ten o'clock I looked out and our guest was gone.

I couldn't help but think of the great old hymn, "Jesus, Refuge of the Weary". 

I thank God that our guest found refuge by our front door, at least for one night.












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