I call myself a man of God while laughing at my brother. I crossed the heart of a hungry man Instead of giving him some bread. And what I say, and what I do, are not the same anymore. And who I slay, who I betray, Lord have mercy on my sou. And you were hungry, and you were thirsty You were lonely, you were cold, And you were hurting, you were dying… I just left you all alone. I watched a mother, who had her children. They all three crying out for help. But no one heard them, and I just passed them, and I screamed "Lady get a job!" She took her own life, under the bridge that day, while her children sat and cried. I could have told her, about my loving father. Instead I spit in Jesus’ face, when - I - heard - her - voice. What you do unto the least of them, you do unto me. And when you see one of my hurting children, I want you to see. Cause I was hungry. And I was thirsty. I was lonely - I was cold. And that was me hurting. That was me dying.
A Community’s Legacy of Change
I recently sat on the outside patio of the Auburn, Indiana Starbucks, pondering historical legacy in the context of community. Many years ago, as a teenager, this very spot might have been where I experienced the first garlicy joys of Fazoli's breadsticks. Before...

I call myself a man of God
while laughing at my brother.
I crossed the heart of a hungry man
Instead of giving him some bread.
And what I say,
and what I do,
are not the same anymore.
And who I slay, who I betray,
Lord have mercy on my sou.
And you were hungry,
and you were thirsty
You were lonely, you were cold,
And you were hurting, you were dying…
I just left you all alone.
I watched a mother, who had her children.
They all three crying out for help.
But no one heard them,
and I just passed them, and
I screamed "Lady get a job!"
She took her own life,
under the bridge that day,
while her children sat and cried.
I could have told her, about my loving father.
Instead I spit in Jesus’ face, when - I - heard - her - voice.
What you do unto the least of them,
you do unto me.
And when you see one of my hurting children,
I want you to see.
Cause I was hungry.
And I was thirsty.
I was lonely - I was cold.
And that was me hurting. That was me dying.


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