Broken Humanity

I found myself staring at a man with lines deeply etched upon his face.

His eyes glassy and glazed over.

He held a styrofoam cup absentmindedly in his hand.

His mind seemed to be wandering in every direction imaginable.

I found myself wondering what he was thinking.

Was he longing for a drink?

Was his skin crawling, awaiting his next fix?

Was he wanting to die? Or wanting a way out? Was he waiting for someone, anyone, to reach out and pull him out of his endless pit?

Was he just a man who was hungry? Or thirsty?
Did he have a family to provide for?

Or was he just a man who needed an embrace?

I was surprised at all these questions racing through my mind.

I watched as people ignorantly passed him by.

My heart ached for him.

I found myself beginning to pray for this man.  This man who I didn't even know.

This man who needed salvation as much as I do.