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

“Hey!” I yelled out. “Do you all want some homemade beef stew and hot coffee to warm your insides?” The two men looked as if they had heard a voice from Heaven. “We came to share Jesus with you,” I continued. They stood and raced toward us as though we were angels sent by God. They were right about one thing…we were sent by God. The girls handed the two men a bowl of stew and some hot coffee and cornbread. They scarfed up the food like they hadn’t eaten in days. Second helpings quickly followed. Although they had appeared tragically lost and downtrodden only moments before, they were suddenly all smiles. I gave each of the men a Bible, wrapped my arms around them and our family prayed for them. One of the men thanked us for the food and the kindness and headed back to the fire barrel, wrapping himself as tightly as he could in a badly worn blanket. The second man, whose name was Ray, came right up to me, obviously with a burning question on his mind. I noticed unlike the other man; Ray had no blanket to wrap himself in. He was living under that freeway bridge this freezing night, wearing only his trousers and a lightweight shirt. His longing question stirred my soul. “Do you know where I could get a blanket?” I looked deep into his hopeful eyes as he eagerly awaited my reply. I have heard it said that the eyes are the window to the soul. I felt as if I could look deeply into his lost soul. My answer was not what he had hoped to hear. “You know,” I hesitantly replied, “I don’t know anywhere we could get you a blanket tonight.” I groped for a more acceptable answer. “There is not a store or shelter open this late…there is no way I can get a blanket

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