I had just sat down to eat with a group in the fellowship hall. There was a covered-dish dinner and everyone had brought their favorite recipes. The food looked delicious and the desserts looked even better. Just as I was about to take my first bite, someone told me there was a man in the hallway who would like to speak to the pastor.

I slipped out of the fellowsihp hall to find this man who wanted to see me. When I rounded the corner, I saw him standing down at the end of the hall. One glance and I knew that he was one of the homeless we see so often roaming the streets. He spotted me and began walking down the hallway toward me. There was a weariness in every step he took. His face had the leathery look of a man who was familiar with all kinds of weather. His clothes were ragged and he …