I saw man after work one day. He was standing in the median on Buford Highway.
I am one to see what’s on the surface of things, to notice the homeless and have my heart broken. I have a friend who looks at things beyond the conventional, let’s say easy, initial thoughts.
There are so many people who are hopeless in the world. There is a lack of hope. Can I say this another way, perhaps we can look at it in this light, there is a lack of hope in the air. I said the same thing three times, ‘hope’fully my point is coming across.
I see the homeless, and I think hopeless.
I stopped my car that night, it was raining. I had some left-over pizza from work that I was bringing home, but the man’s sign asked for food.
I gave him my bag of pizza, and what happened is he took my hand, looked me in the eyes, and simply said, ‘thank you.’ I was filled with hope, this man was full of hope.
Let’s approach this again. I see the homeless, and I think hopeless.
I see my classmates, and I see hope for the future (i.e. a job, a family, etc.)
But I fail to take their hands, look them in the eyes, and get to know them.
I hope for hope in the hearts of everyone I meet.
I hope that hope can well up in me, and overflow to those around me.
I hope, for the hope of glory found in the freedom of Grace in the ghost who walks on water.