One afternoon, I was on a bus to the city when a disheveled young man boarded the bus. He was in gray pajamas, barefoot, and looked like he hadn’t had a shower in awhile.
“Can I please get on? I only need 60 more cents,” he begged the driver.
The driver demurred, probably adhering to company policy.
Being one of the nearest passengers, I rose and fished out the necessary change.
The man sat down. “Thanks,” he said. I decided to start a conversation with him.
He told me that he had no siblings, his mother was overseas, and his father refused to talk to him.
As we neared the next bus-stop, a disheveled lady came up. “Here, have this,” she insisted, pressing ten dollars into his hand. “I’ve been there before, mate. Use it for whatever you like. Look out for me on the streets. I just have to report to the cop shop now!”
Of all the people on the bus, that impoverished lady was the most generous. She was able to see past the grime to the face of a person in need of love. She identified with his situation and did what she could to alleviate his privation.
May we learn from her example and find the face of Christ in the lowliest-looking people we meet.
Please keep Chris and Carla in your prayers.