When they look at me, what do they see?
a lifetime lived
a career fallen behind?
When they look at me, what do they see?
a dream of who I wanted to be
do they realize I have a name?
When they look at me, what do they see?
childhood memories
a family’s love?
When they look at me, what do they see?
the need for a friend
a soul crying out?
When they look at me, what do they see?
nothing
they look the other way
Yesterday in the park, we brought worship and conversation to Lee. As we approached the meeting place, Christine (my friend from work) and I noticed that only Lee was there. I had brought three chairs, so even if no one else showed up, we would be able to site and chat with him during the whole lunch hour. We were excited!
As we grew closer to him, I noticed his “luggage” was nowhere in sight, so again, he had his friend watch it, so he could have a “normal” afternoon of worship. Continue reading
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