We are creatures who thrive on love… someone who cares… another human who sees us… who values us. We are a bit accustomed to leaders and advocates not reaching out to us. A part of the crowd…unseen and unheard. When a faith or political leader wants all of our opinions, we are compelled by interest. Thomas doubted the resurrection of Christ…Christ wanted him to see for himself.

There is so much we can accomplish when love is the foundation. The woman who was at the threshold of being stoned had no idea that the Carpenter would take her part. She felt the judgmental eyes of the crowd on her. She heard their taunts and jeers. She knew she was out of step with the religion of the day. Who would notice…who would care…many would cheer the Stoning Party that avenged the Law.

The homeless exist by their wits. Unseen, as people turn their heads away. They have left home and hearth for a dearth of love.

Authoritarians believe that the best way to obtain followers is to beat or scare them into submission. Loving people… caring about them… knowing them creates lasting friendships.

‘I have heard it said that you win more flies with honey than with vinegar,’ Chet said. ‘A soft answer turneth away wrath,’ Chet noted. ‘In the multitude of words there wanteth not sin, but he that refraineth his lips is wise,’ Chet grinned. ‘We emulate the coarseness of leaders and thus become lost,’ Chet noted.

‘The nice people gave me quarters to wash my clothes, ‘ the homeless man said. ‘I have not had clean clothes in months,’ HM continued. ‘The look on their faces was angelic,’ HM said in a whisper.