A week ago Tuesday night on America’s Got Talent, I watched several (previously) homeless people harmonize as a group. Many were veterans of wartime. Others had known bad luck. One man had been homeless for over twenty years before he found the right place, here on earth, that helped him help himself. That night they sang with heart and talent bringing tears to those in the audience.
One of the group said, they had been people that we (the audience) wouldn’t want to be around.
Homeless people scare me sometimes- a little- mostly because I don't want to know the life they live or what they go through every day. But consider this, a homeless person:
- Was someone’s baby,
- May have defended your country for you,
- Prays to God,
- Has a dream,
- Gets frightened,
- Is lonely,
- Feels hated,
- Gets hungry,
- wants to be loved.
Sometimes, when I see someone that doesn't fit MY bill, and I shy away from them or don't want to be bothered with them, I hear a whisper, "Keep on loving each other as brothers. Do not forget to entertain strangers, for by so doing some people have entertained angels without knowing it. Remember those in prison as if you were their fellow prisoners, and those who are mistreated as if you yourselves were suffering." (Hebrews 13: 1-3 NIV)
Judging isn't really my job -unless it's for talent.
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