My parents are different.
They are quiet, humble people who change the world daily in unnoticed sorts of ways.
They would give you the shirt off their back or even the hat off their head if you needed it - which leads me to this story…
A few months ago, as they were driving down the road, they saw a homeless man walking in the hot sun. It was so hot, in fact, they felt compelled to stop and offer the man a hat. He gladly accepted it, and they were on their way.
A few days later, they saw the same man walking down the road again, only this time he was wearing the very hat they had given him. They stopped and struck up a conversation with him.
His story unfolded… He was homeless, sleeping in an alley, eating food out of a trash can and had spent 7 years in prison for manslaughter.
My folks would have nothing to do with leaving him hungry in an alley, so they began making him breakfast and taking it to him every morning in his alley. The breakfast was big enough to last all day.
They invited him to church. He declined stating he didn’t want religion shoved down his throat.
My mom sweetly responded, “Well then, we’ll feed you one teaspoon at a time.”
And that’s what they did. Day after day, month after month, feeding him, clothing him, tracking down his lost brother by internet, driving him two states away to meet and move him in with his brother and father.
Recently, that man gave his life to the God who so loved him in his helpless state, that he sent two people to be “Jesus with skin on” in his hour of need.