Seeing Jesus in the Homeless
Wednesday after work (6/21/2016) I had a routine appointment located at a medical clinic on Maple Avenue in Everett. Approaching the driveway, I noticed a man who I presumed was homeless, rustling about in his tattered blanket on the sidewalk. I went inside the building to the 2nd floor locating a window to see if the person was still there. I did not see him in that same place. I wondered where he went. I caught a glimpse of him heading toward my car to leave. He somehow crossed the street. Maple isn’t the busiest Avenue in Everett, but it is a main route heading to Highway 2. It is dangerous. I carefully crossed the street feeling compelled to check on him. I took him by the hand and he grasped my hand tightly. He was obviously intoxicated. The beer can alongside was evidence of that. I asked the man for his name; Gerry he said as he began to cry. I asked if he wanted help – although I wasn’t altogether sure what help I could offer Gerry. I asked him if we cou