Never homeless in God's care

One winter night about three years ago, I was walking with a friend in a large city. We were out for the evening and had just finished a nice visit over dinner. While strolling and window shopping on our way home, we came upon a young man—a boy, really—sitting on some steps, shivering and holding a cardboard sign that said: “Homeless and hungry. Please help. I will not buy drugs.”

We approached, met his eyes, but kept on walking. Neither my friend nor I spoke. We’re both mothers, and I think we were feeling some of the same emotions. But about 20 silent strides later, I could feel my emotions rising uncontrollably within me, and I began to physically shake. I had to stop and lean against a building. My friend stopped alongside me as well, and held my hand.

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