Brazil

He sits away from the crowd.
Layers of filthy clothes weigh his small frame down.  He is hollow and all alone, forgotten and overlooked.  Does he even exist anymore?
She feels compelled to go over, sits with the interpreter and begins to talk.  He is caught off guard and cannot believe someone is addressing him!
NO ONE talks to him.
She tells him that the Lord loves him and wants him to know it.  There are many tears as a story of a productive life unfolds ....then hardships come and reduce the man to a shell.

Yet Jesus cares..He see..He sends.

She holds his hands and realizes that they are covered with fresh blood.
She had a split second of concern but then tosses it to God for HE sent her here.
The gentleman's nose is bleeding, his beard is covered as well as his face and hands.  
After compassion and hope is expressed she goes and gets the "wet wipes" that are used by the drama team.  She begins to wash his hands, his face, his beard as his tears aid her in her efforts.

He eventually walks away to go and sleep on the street.

His eyes have seen compassion, his ears have heard hope and his spirit has been gifted by THE SPIRIT.   Who knows, but God, what will happen next to this man...who's "hollow" is beginning to fill up.

Father, grace this one that You  know so well.  Make a way where there seems to be no way.  Open opportunities up for life and freedom to abound again.  Thank You for Your love and concern.  You love like no other.

xo M