The other day as I was reading the Bible or praying (can’t remember which) about the needy, marginalised and rejected, I felt the Lord say: “that’s where I am”.
The next day, as we were finishing our AGM, a guy came in out of the rain. He had lots of problems, medical and otherwise, and kept wanting to talk. We listened for a long time, gave him cups of coffee and food, and prayed with him. We also gave him a sleeping bag, hat and gloves. We shared the gospel, although he found it hard to take in. At one point he drew back his shirt to show us a large tattoo of Jesus over his heart. We gave him a tract to take away as we all left.