What makes your heart ache? What makes you feel like you don’t do enough?

There is a man who stands on the corner near the entrance to our neighborhood. I have seen him periodically for about 6 months now. Today it was bitterly cold. You would only stand out there begging if you were completely desperate. My heart physically hurt. I couldn’t help but think that he is someone’s son. He may be someone’s brother. Is his family worried about him? What happened to him to bring him to this place?

We always have something for this man. We have tried to get creative. But he absolutely breaks my heart whenever I see him.

”Whatever you do unto the least of these, you do unto me.”