heycods
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It was a cold winter's day that Sunday. The parking lot to the<br />church was filling up quickly. I noticed as I got out of my car <br />that<br />fellow church members were whispering among themselves as they <br />walked to the church.<br /><br />As I got closer I saw a man leaned up against the wall outside<br />the church. He was almost laying down as if he was asleep. He had <br />on<br />a long trench coat that was almost in shreds and a hat topped his<br />head, pulled down so you could not see his face. He wore shoes that<br />looked 30 years old, too small for his feet with holes all over <br />them, his toes<br />stuck out. I assumed this man was homeless, and asleep, so I walked <br />on<br />by through the doors of the church.<br /><br />We all<br />gathered for fellowship for a few minutes, an d someone<br />brought up the man laying outside. People snickered and gossiped <br />but no<br />one bothered to ask him to come in, including me.<br /><br />A few moments later church began..<br />We all waited for the Preacher to take his place and to give us<br />the Word, when the doors to the church opened. In came the homeless<br />man walking down the aisle with his head down.<br /><br />People gasped and whispered and made faces. He made his way down<br />the aisle and up onto the pulpit he took off his hat and coat. My<br />heart sank. There stood our preacher...he was the "homeless man." <br />No one said a word..<br /><br />The preacher took his Bible and laid it on the stand. "Folks, I<br />don't think I have to tell you what I am preaching about today."
