Saturday, July 8, 2017

A ROUGHED-UP SERMON FROM THE STREET

  • I'M HUNGRY. I DON'T NEED MORE WORDS. I NEED FOOD.
  • IT'S RAINING. THERE GOES MY CARDBOARD HOUSE.
  • A GOOD PAIR OF SHOES IS AS GOOD AS IT GETS.
  • I'D BE GLAD TO WORK IF YOU PAID ME A DECENT WAGE. HOW MUCH WOULD YOU BE WILLING TO WORK FOR? YOU SAY ANYTHING, BUT I KNOW BETTER. WHY ARE YOU WORTH SO MUCH MORE THAN ME?
  • SOME DAYS, THE STREET ISN'T THAT BAD. SOME DAYS, IT COMES CLOSE TO MAKING SENSE. BUT MOSTLY, IT'S HELL.
  • THE RICH BOYS SAY I DESERVE WHAT I GET. SOME DAY, I'LL BE SAYING THE SAME TO THEM.
  • I ASK YOU FOR SOME CHANGE, AND YOU LOOK AT ME LIKE I'M A FREAK. IT'S NOT THE MONEY YOU ARE WORRIED ABOUT, IT'S THE REMINDER THAT A CHRISTIAN IS CALLED TO HELPING THOSE IN NEED. AND YOU DON'T WANT TO REMEMBER THAT.

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