Tonight I saw her coming toward me, just up ahead, out of the dark with her three dogs in tow. Dressed in a spaghetti strap pink blouse and blue jean shorts she was a sight. She pushed a stroller filled to the brim with "stuff", no babies. Crying that her boyfriend of five years, had stolen her blankets for the night, she was a puddle of tears and fears, I asked her name. She exclaimed, "C J". I couldn't help feeling for her and went back into the church, hoping to help her out for the moment. Something to keep her warm
and food for her and her dogs had been found.My daughter in law, Debbie, senior pastor of the church took all this on in stride as the homeless are always a stones throw away from the door of the Wesleyan United Methodist Church on Arlington, in Riverside, Ca. With kind resolve she went about filling the immediate felt needs of a homeless sister standing at the door of the church. Prayer, blankets and the filling of empty stomachs for both her and the dogs and the night was a little better for CJ.K.T.
PS - John 3:16
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