He was despised and rejected by mankind, a man of suffering, and familiar with pain… (Isaiah 53:3, NIV Bible) For you don’t have a Savior who doesn’t understand your frailty, but you have One who has suffered in every way, just like you—but He didn’t sin. (Author’s paraphrase of Hebrews 4:15) Like You …
(A Poem Dedicated to a Friend) The sidewalk slaps ‘neath fraying sneaks As spindle legs press on; She’s on the way to somewhere else, A futile search for home. And windblown hair that begs for soap Wraps odd her tired face Whose weary eyes scan anxiously For freedom more than place. She …
I see before I’ve time to turn His sagging form, and sign; Will work for food, but we both know It’s cash he hopes to mine. In seconds, we default to roles, To scripts each knows by heart. And both will be uncomfortable, But each must play his part. I do not …
So, when a man who’s spent his share of time in homeless camps breathes his last, where do you have the memorial service? At the local soup kitchen he loved, of course. That is how I ended up on a Sunday afternoon at the Rose of Sharon soup kitchen/thrift store, celebrating the life and …