Preacher man

As I walked down the busy sidewalk with my wife, knowing I was late for Mass my eyes fell upon one of those unfortunate ragged vagabonds that are found in every city these days.


Some people turned to stare. Others quickly looked away as if the sight would somehow contaminate them.

Recalling my old pastor, Father Mike, who always admonished me to "care for the sick, feed the hungry and clothe the naked", I was moved by some powerful inner urge to reach out to this unfortunate person.

Wearing what can only be described as rags, carrying her treasured worldly possessions in two plastic bags, my heart was touched by this person's condition.

Yes, where some people saw only rags,
I saw a true, hidden beauty.

A small voice inside my head called out,

"Reach out....

reach out ....

and touch this person!"



So I did.



I won't be at Mass this week.

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OMG.........that's sick........love it!

Clothes do not make a man but she might jus go the church with some new rags.

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That,s a good one Bill

Very good

This past sunday after the service at our church father said something akin to "next week there will be a second collection to help buy new clothes so people don't have to come to church with holes in their pants"

He must have seen the above photo of the poor girl with torn pants.

Oh...my...goodness! I can't remember my own name now.

That's her 'holy' jeans, poor thing.