No fault giving!
Soul Snack 9/215 ... Street Saviour?
Standing before him was a tattered, hirsute urchin smiling through broken teeth with hands outstretched. The nearly unintelligible words irrelevant to this scene. Street had met sophistication, and poverty had met prosperity.
An incredibly surprising generosity now rushed from his comfortable soul. Confronted by both the tormented and the terrible, this gasp of goodness refreshed his spirit like never before.
As unacustomed as he was to receiving vagrants and still believing well of them, such thoughts were no longer an impediment to goodwill in this current chance encounter.
Water lapped piers on his left and a seedy dockside pub on his right was the icy setting for this encounter of grace. Near zero temperatures the guarantor that this meeting would be short.
Without reflection and with uncommon charity he reached into his trouser pocket determined to give all that was there.
He neither checked his pockets value nor filitered its contents. He simply handed it to the needy man before him.
Tears now mounted this chilled weather beaten face as he gazed into the contents of his hands. Never before had he found such unrestrained generosity.
The vagrant was unaware of his unknown benefactor's sudden change in heart, the benefactor unaware that without accomodation again, the vagrant would have died that night.
God had wanted this encounter, but which man was truly saved?