I was alone in the dining room. This is a long room – the length of the church building – and I was at the end, near the kitchen, well away from the only entrance to the room. As I was sorting bread, I turned around and a man was standing right next to me, his arms outstretched as if he was coming in for a hug. He was tall, unkempt, unshaven, sweaty, filthy, and he smelled really bad. I’d never seen him before. But I hugged him anyway. It felt wrong not to. He slapped me on the back and said, “I’ve just been telling people about Jesus!”
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