Street Stories - A Ringside Seat To Over 4 Decades Of Taking Jesus To The Streets Of The World

past her shoulders and she was aged, she took on the look of an excited six-year-old on Christmas morning.

She grasped the bright green bar of soap and held it tightly, reminiscent of an Olympic gold medalist clutching her coveted medal. She looked at me as if I were an angel sent from on High. “Thank you. Oh, thank you,” she repeated. She could not stop smiling. You would have thought she had won the lottery. She hugged me repeatedly. Her name was Lilly. I prayed He would protect her and continue to miraculously provide for her. I told Lilly Jesus loved her so much, He even knew her heart’s desire for a ninety-nine-cent bar of soap. Jesus touched Lilly’s heart and she began to weep. I began to weep before the Lord, suddenly realizing my own selfishness and self centeredness. Earlier, I had been upset to be without electricity for a few hours. My important ministry schedule had been interrupted and I was grumbling and complaining. I didn’t have electricity for a short while, but Lilly didn’t even have ninety-nine cents for a bar of soap. Although Lilly didn’t appear to be homeless, she certainly is one of the poor, frail elderly people who are lost in our society of affluence and neglect. There seemed to be no one who cared. I know Jesus cares. He showed me how to care. I watched Lilly push her wobbly cart down Hollywood Boulevard and recalled lyrics from one of Dot’s and my favorite songs, “His eye is on the sparrow, and I know He watches me!” Hundreds of forsaken elderly people, as well as young runaways and homeless, aimlessly wander the streets of America day and night. They eat out of trash

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