We went to Atlanta about 10 years ago to work with the homeless. One of the best memories of my life. I started to understand, why some become missionaries.
We went once a week, ten of us. The guys would carry me in my wheelchair, up the three stairs. They took such good care of all of us.
The guys would help us unload the food and the few trusted ones would help serve the large group. I did the drink table, with help.
We would have a service with them. They sang the most beautiful music, I had ever heard.
Some changed their lives forever, got off the streets, went home. Another story for another post.
Do not judge the homeless, many have reasons for their situation in life. But for the Grace of God, there go I.