Homelessness

I was at the clinic last night, and since there was a momentary lull in the action between the day's appointments and whatever the night had in store for us, I decided to grab some down time while I could. My duty for the night would be to answer all phone calls and take care of all women who knocked on our door in labour, so I was heading to the front room to be close to the door when I heard it. At first I mistook it for someone swaying back and forth on the creaky floor upstairs, but then I realized what it was. Snoring. 

Now I'm the type of person who can sleep through anything if I have to (which is terrible when I'm supposed to be answering the door), but I had never heard such a racket in the clinic before and wondered who it could be. There was no one in the room beside mine, and the noise wasn't coming from upstairs. Looking around for other possibilities I noticed the windows. Creeping over to the nearest one, I peered through the slats into the night outside. It took my eyes a couple of seconds to adjust, but when they did they saw a street empty except for one car meandering around the block, they saw the new Christmas decorations across the way, and looking down, they saw a pair of legs sprawled across the bench on the front porch. 

I admit. That wasn't exactly what I was expecting to see, but then again, I wasn't sure what I was expecting to see. Getting the first-up midwife, I watched as she politely but firmly woke up the two men and made it clear that they were not welcome on the porch. Back inside, I watched through the slats as the men stumbled down the road. And as I watched, I wondered where they would end up spending the night and if there was anything I could have done for them. 

How do I show Jesus' love to the least of these?