Yesterday it was in the mid 30’s when it started to snow. We drove across a bridge, and a colorful array down below grabbed my eye. Craning my neck for a better view, I saw a tent city down by the water. It was heart wrenching to think how it must feel to be out in the cold; living, surviving. Some people tried to make it homey with lawn chairs neatly placed as if in a patio. Other spots had tarps simply draped in the trees for shelter.
It is so easy to go about our lives just having a good time. Let us not forget to stop and pray when we see someone in need. Increasing numbers of people have become homeless as our economy declined. That could be us. It is hard to look at and more difficult still to feel helpless to change their situation. Every hand we lend might give someone the hope they need for one more day. Even a smile, which seems so simple, must mean something to a person who suffers daily with people trying to avoid eye contact. Smile, reach, pray.