He looked terribly cold!  It was a rainy February afternoon; one of those raw days when the wind chill makes it doubly uncomfortable. 

          He stood against the building under the overhang.  He had on a thin, threadbare coat and he was trying to protect his guitar from the rain.

          I knew I had a ten dollar bill in my pocket.  I wanted to buy bread or something.  As I passed him our eyes met.  He looked at me and I at him just for a second.  We didn’t speak.  I thought I'll get my loaf of bread and I'll give him the change.

          When I came out of the store, he was gone.  I looked for him everywhere.  Even drove behind the store.

          Later that afternoon, it suddenly struck me, I saw Christ today.  I had looked into his eyes and he into mine.  He needed help and I passed him by.

. . . and the things we fail to do."