It was a cold winter's day that Sunday.
The parking lot to the church was filling up quickly. I noticed as
I got out of my car fellow church members were whispering among themselves as they walked in the church.
As I got closer I saw a man leaned up against the wall outside the church.
He was almost laying down as if he was asleep. He had on a long trench coat that was almost in shreds and a hat topped his
head, pulled down so you could not see his face. He wore shoes that looked 30 years old, too small for his feet, with holes
all over them, his toes stuck out.
I assumed this man was homeless, and asleep, so I walked on by through
the doors of the church.
We all fellowshipped for a few minutes, and someone brought up the man
laying outside. People snickered and gossiped but no one bothered to ask him to come in, including me.
A few moments later church began. We all waited for the Preacher to take
his place and to give us the Word, when the doors to the church opened.
In came the homeless man walking down the aisle with his head down.
People gasped and whispered and made faces.
He made his way down the aisle and up onto the pulpit where he took off
his hat and coat. My heart sank.
There stood our preacher...he was the "homeless man."
No one said a word.
The preacher took his Bible and laid it on his stand.
"Folks, I don't think I have to tell you what I am preaching about today.
If you judge people, you have no time to love them."
