Before church each Sunday morning we sweep the courtyard. This area is adjacent to the train station and a parking garage; needless to say there's significant foot traffic and shelter-seekers. Yesterday, my brother-in-law and I were sweeping up the liquor nips, beer cans, empty spliff wrappers, cigarette butts, and discarded lotto scratchers in preparation for church services when a presumably homeless gentleman approached us. He was pushing a shopping cart full of collected items and wearing a jacket at least three sizes too small. It was beginning to rain and the temperature had dropped significantly. My brother-in-law had placed his sweatshirt down while he pushed a broom.
"Whose sweatshirt is that? Mine is too small,” the gentleman said.
"That's mine. You can have it," my brother-in-law informed him with no hesitation whatsoever.
A wide grin spread across the man's face as he put it on, thankful for the generosity.
I later told my sister of the encounter as an explanation for the missing hoodie. She had no idea what I was talking about because a thorough explanation hadn't been offered. That's her husband, though. He's humble. He didn't need to tell anyone about the encounter or his generosity. He didn't need to post it up on his FB feed as #blessed #humbled #honored #endhomelessness #justdoingmypart. Actually, #imsocold would have been acceptable and hilarious. He just gave away his really dope sweatshirt because he identified a need and he filled it. That was it. Jesus' instructions to love as He loved in its purest form.
The mural on our wall in that very courtyard says it all (see below).
Finally, all of you, be like-minded, be sympathetic, love one another, be compassionate and humble (1 Peter 3:8 NIV).