Of Fellow Mankind (Day 164/365)
We were in the motor home on our way to Sierra Vista when, as we waited, this young man crossed the street. As I often do when I observe people on the street, I considered him and his life; his being, his dreams, his ambitions, his fears, his concerns. Most of all: Does he know God? Will this happen at some point in his life? Will someone tell him about our Savior? Through the windshield I snapped his picture, and it is almost of a certainty that I will never seen him again.