A menacing rain whipped into Jack, huddled into a damp sleeping bag, scant protection against the elements. The he heard the sweet sound of "Oh, Holy Night" emanating from the church opposite he used to regularly attend. Now all he wanted was money for another "fix". He drifted asleep.
"There are more important things than money," said a beautiful voice. "Follow me!"
He awoke and felt compelled to enter the church.
"Jack, you're coming home with us."
It was a couple he had once known well, a wonderful thing called hope re-entered his soul.
"There are more important things than money," said a beautiful voice. "Follow me!"
He awoke and felt compelled to enter the church.
"Jack, you're coming home with us."
It was a couple he had once known well, a wonderful thing called hope re-entered his soul.
