Sleeping rough near a building used for Church, because it is the 'safest place I know' explained a bloke to me recently as we chatted.
Mean while inside we conversing at our evening service eating cheese and drinking juice.
I took a plate of cheese and crackers out to 'J' and invited him to join me for breakfast the next morning. 'J' was a no show.
On arriving at my office today, on my desk was a hand written letter from 'J', expressing his thanks for the cheese, which really hit the spot, along with an apology for no turning up for breakfast, a contact number for him and a request to 'do' breakfast soon.
Im not sure who is meant by the 'least', and what we should do or if cheese is even mentioned, but as far as I'm concerned blessed are the cheese makes because they made an impact on 'J'.
I reckon the kingdom of heaven belongs to 'J' and all who share a similar journey.
thanks be to cheese makers!!
Amen
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