One day while walking along Broadway in downtown San Diego I saw an older homeless man passed out next to the sidewalk. His face was smashed sideways into the curb and his pants were down around his ankles. And he wasn’t moving.
A group of other homeless guys circled around him and began debating whether or not he was still alive.
“I think he’s dead.”
“He’s not dead.”
“He sure looks dead.”
Finally, one of them, a fellow I recognized as Marvin, took his walking cane and stuck it in the man’s ribs. He groaned. “He’s not dead.” With that, they all walked away and just left him there.
I thought “I bet being homeless wasn’t one of his life goals when he was in his 20s or 30s.” When his parents changed his first diaper, did they look into his face and hope that he would one day be wandering the streets of San Diego? Of course not!
There are people all around us who haven’t grown up the way their heavenly Father hoped they would. They are the homeless and wealthy, teachers, neighbors, accountants, college students, friends.
What will they do unless they find their way back to God?
What will do about it?