Across the street from the funeral home was a thin, weary man sitting on a bench in front of a church, a large plastic bag at his feet. It looked as if all his worldly goods were stored in that big white bag. A few blocks later, another tired looking young man sat on a park bench with a similar bag beside him, resting his head in his hands. There was no sign that said that they were homeless, but it certainly appeared to be so.
It was an odd dichotomy. One elderly man has gone to his heavenly home. Two tired men wait on benches for homes they have no idea how to find. I didn't stop. Maybe I should have, but I had no notion how to intervene for them. "Jesus, money won't help here," I said. Before I could pray further, I heard one thing so clearly. "I am the way, the truth, and the life," Jesus said. "No man comes to the Father except through Me." (John 14:6)
Ah, I thought, I do know how to help, and began to pray that God would send His messenger to be the hands and feet of Christ to them, to meet their current needs, and show them the way to their one true home.
What a lovely word, made even more lovely by the knowledge that our Lord is there! One day, I hope to see you there, too.
Jesus said to him, "I am the way, and the truth, and the life; no one comes to the Father but through Me. (John 14:6 NASB)