Updated: Mar 12, 2022
Today I held my little girl as we entered a bathroom in a public park in Los Angeles. There we found a man; strung out, shaking, laying on the filthy, infected, cement floor. It was too late to shield her from such a sight.
Her reaction was to pray for him.
As I rubbed her feet and she drifted off to sleep tonight, I had a thought that silently brought me to tears. That man has the same face he had when he once looked like my child does tonight; tiny, innocent and in desperate need of care and love. He was that little baby boy, as if it was yesterday. Forgetting about him is against God's law. There is no worldly wisdom that can truly justify it. And while I'm on the subject, here's a testimony that almost always chokes me up:
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