You Did It to ME

He lay there on the sidewalk, a broken down piece of cardboard as his mattress, his hands tucked under his head as a pillow, his clothes had seen many days of wearing and the people just kept right on passing by. He was like that parking meter, that trash bin, that stop sign, that parked car, that person you bump in passing. He was an object. For whatever reason, he had become a man in his own prison. He stopped reaching out. We stopped reaching in. When did we loose sight of that person, that life, that soul?...his and ours.
-kdh-

“Then those ‘sheep’ are going to say, ‘Master, what are you talking about? When did we ever see you hungry and feed you, thirsty and give you a drink? And when did we ever see you sick or in prison and come to you?’ Then the King will say, ‘I’m telling the solemn truth: Whenever you did one of these things to someone overlooked or ignored, that was me—you did it to me.’
Matthew 25:37-40