I felt a connection to him.
The tattered clothes on his back,
the hemorrhaging bruise on his face, and a beat
up old bicycle seemed to be the only things life had allowed him to retain.
David asked me for money, he asked me for prayer. I gladly furnished both.
Then I watched as he got onto his only mode of transportation, riding off
to an unknown destination, disappearing into the grayness of the morning.
No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t get his image out of my mind.
I realize now that David must have been a Fallen Angel, put in my path by God.
Sent to give me far more than I gave him.
He was a gentle reminder that in this cold, harsh land we need to help each
other and understand
that we are put here to bear each other's burdens,
and fulfill the laws of Christ.
Compassion
Kindness
Generosity
All produce reciprocity.
At some point, we will all become Fallen Angels, in need of new wings.
What have you done for someone else today?
