As I sat against the fence alone, thinking on my trip so far in South Dakota, a man was walking through the skate park picking up cans. I glanced at him and looked away. To me being a Christian means sitting with the homeless. I saw the man picking up cans sitting under a tree in the shade. As I walked up to him my mind thought “what if he stabs me?” but God quickly took over and kept my feet moving. He saw me and waved crazily like I was some kind of old friend. He told me his name and welcomed me to Sioux Falls. I asked him his story and he dove right in. I believe that whoever should call themselves a Christian should also call themselves a friend of homeless, the needy, the poor. To give a listening ear to someone who just doesn’t get it enough. Through that alone Christ is able to show warm love to them. Before I left I wondered if I should pray over him, but I felt as though my time with him was a prayer.
Yesterday I met Daryl, “can-man”. He is welcoming and likes to be outside. He told me about his family and how people think he sleeps outside by the swamp. He is funny and likes to watch the kids skate, even though they think they are better than what they really are. He sits on this bench for about a half hour every day, to just be. Yesterday Daryl felt Jesus’s love.