The Lessons of A Homeless Man

It was a cold winter's day that Sunday. The parking lot to the church was filling up quickly. Bro. Tim noticed as he got out of his car fellow church members were whispering among themselves as they walked in the church. As Bro. Tim got closer he saw a man leaned up against the wall outside the church. He was almost lying down as if he was asleep. He had on a long trench coat that was almost in shreds and a hat topped his head, pulled down so you could not see his face. He wore shoes that looked 30 years old, too small for his feet, with holes all over them, his toes stuck out. Bro. Tim assumed this man was homeless, and asleep, so he walked on by through the doors of the church.

They all fellow-shipped for a few minutes, and someone brought up the man laying outside. People snickered and gossiped but no one bothered to ask him to come in, including Bro. Tim. A few moments later church began. The congregation all waited for the Pastor to take his place and to give the Word, when the doors to the church opened. In came the homeless man walking down the aisle with his head down. People gasped and whispered and made faces. He made his way down the aisle and up onto the pulpit where he took off his hat and coat. Bro. Tim’s heart sank. There stood their Pastor...he was the "homeless man." No one said a word.

The Pastor took his Bible and laid it on his stand. "Folks, I don't think I have to tell you what I am preaching about today. When you judge people, you have no time to love them."