Charity - The Pure Love of Christ

On Thanksgiving evening, Elder Walker and I saw a man walking on his way to his parent's home.  He said they had kicked him out.  His name was Ronnie and he was probably in his 50's.  His parents didn't want him to come back, but he had nowhere to sleep and it was a chilly night.  He had no job, no nothing.  He asked if we knew anyone that would take him in for the night.  We told him no.  We didn't know what to do, but we couldn't leave him.  We walked with him towards his parent's home at his pace, which was extremely slow and unstable.  After a few near falls, I gave Elder Walker my shoulder bag and gave Ronnie a piggy-back ride to his home.  The whole time I was thinking of the song "A Poor Wayfaring Man of Grief" and I thought about how Christ ministered unto the homeless and the lowly.  We prayed so hard as we approached the door so that his parents would let him in.  A southern Baptist preacher's wife answered and asked if we were Christians.  We said "yes" and she let him in only because "the Lord keeps bringing him back to her".  That night I learned a lot of what charity feels like.