It was a cold winter's day that Sunday. The parking lot to the church was
filling up quickly. I noticed as I got out of my car that fellow church
members were whispering among themselves as they walked to the church.

As I got closer I saw a man leaned up against the wall outside the church.

He was almost laying down as if he was asleep. He had on a long trench coat 
that was almost in shreds and a hat topped his head, pulled down so you 
could not see his face.

He wore shoes that looked 30 years old, too small for his feet with holes 
all over them, his toes stuck out. I assumed this man was homeless, and 
asleep, so I walked on by through the doors of the church.

We all gathered for fellowship for a few minutes, and someone mentioned the 
man laying outside. People snickered and gossiped but no one bothered to 
ask him to come in, including me.

A few moments later church began. We all waited for the Preacher to take 
his place and to give us the Word, when the doors to the church opened.

In came the homeless man walking down the aisle with his head down.

People gasped and whispered and made faces. He made his way down the aisle 
and up onto the pulpit and took off his coat and hat.

My heart sank. There stood our preacher...he was the "homeless man."

No one said a word. The preacher took his Bible and laid it on the stand.
"Folks, I don't think I have to tell you what I am preaching about today."

Author Unknown