Love from a Homeless Man


“And He looked up and saw the rich putting their gifts into the treasury, and He saw also a certain poor widow putting in two mites. So He said, “Truly I say to you that this poor widow has put in more than all; for all these out of their abundance have put in offerings for God, but she out of her poverty put in all the livelihood that she had.”” Luke 21:1-4

Some people hate homeless people. Some people dislike them. Some people ignore them. Some people look down their noses at them. Some people judge them. And condemn them. Some people hold their noses and look the other way. Some people throw their leftover food and leftover clothes and leftover whatever else they don’t need or care about in the direction of the homeless and run the other way. Some people don’t even notice the homeless.

The Lord has given me an unfathomable love for homeless people. His love. His heart. His compassion. His mercy. His care. His tenderness. His passion for them. His yearning to see them just like all people repent and believe in Him as Lord, devoting their hearts and lives to Him, for the promise of everlasting life.

I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE to minister to the homeless. So seeing a few homeless men in a parking lot one day whom the Lord emphatically spoke to my heart I needed to turn around and pray for was for me a blessing, a humbling privilege, an honor. To love and serve the Lord by loving and serving some of the people He created – in this case people without homes. People with broken down lives. Just like mine was for so very long. Just like mine would still be if not for the grace and glory of God almighty through Christ.

Imagine my surprise when I went to pray for these bedraggled, downtrodden, worn down, worn out, dirty, perhaps smelly though I didn’t notice, people who no doubt are neglected and ignored and probably hated by much of society when one of them got down on his knees in front of me. Why? He noticed my shoelace was untied. And he wanted to be sure it was tied so I could proceed forth safely as I walked forward in my life with the Lord loving and serving Him and others.

Gingerly, gently, slowly, lovingly, kindly, and graciously, as though he were giving me a million dollars or something exceedingly valuable in the world’s eyes, he tied my shoelace for me. The love he poured into that little act was priceless – worth more than a million dollars.

Can I be honest with you? Some of us myself included are so blessed in this life with material things not to mention loved ones and busy lives and cars to drive and places to stay with heating and air conditioning and calendars that are filled with activities and countless other things that we wouldn’t even notice if someone’s shoelace was untied let alone take the time, and humble ourselves, and bend down on the ground and tie that person’s lace. Some of us are so busy with our own little lives myself included when I am not ultra careful that we can’t even see or see and do something about the world in need around us. Oh, how careful we must be to not disregard this world which is in such extreme need!

What a simple, lovely, beautiful, humble love that precious homeless broken man showed to me that day. Reminds me of the widow in the Bible who gave almost no money to the offering but gave all livelihood while the rich people gave just a bit out of their exceeding abundance of provision. Which one did the Lord honor? The woman who gave from her heart of the little she had.

Just like the homeless man who has no home and probably not much more than a few coins to his name and nowhere to sleep at night who of the little he had gave of his heart – as he bent down tying my shoelace.

Let us humble ourselves, friend, and give from the heart whatever the Lord calls us to give to whomever He desires whenever He wants all for HIS GLORY, AMEN!

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