Monday, August 16, 2010

Sorrow

He held on to me tight. Very tight.

He sobbed.

It was hot, humid and sticky but he held me close.

He is a former thug.

He carries a gun.

He sells drugs.

He is an addict.

His brother committed suicide. And he was heartbroken.

And I held him and told him Jesus loved him.

And that's all I have to say about that.