Nehemiah Homeless Project
I crossed the street in downtown Houston, with a bag of clothes in either hand. And when they saw me, they ran. When these people realized the significance of the blessings that were being carried right in front of them, they didn’t waste one second dropping what they were doing and running toward the bags of clothes I carried. And as I watched my soon-to-be new friends run toward me; I saw myself. And I couldn’t help but think of the condition of my soul. No, physically I have never been homeless, or without clothes. But spiritually? I was an orphan. I was in desperate need. But Jesus met me. He met me in my sin. He met me in the heart of my brokenness. He adopted me into the kingship of Heaven and restored me. He clothed me with forgiveness and loved me unconditionally. And now? I run to Him. Desperately. Because I have realized the abundant life that He carries to me in bags of mercy. I am no different than the homeless man in downtown Houst...