In front of me was one of the girls who had come with a piece of bread. She smiled widely and I reciprocated. Then she broke the bread and gave me a piece. I tried to refuse, I really did not want to eat some of her little supper, but she insisted. It was extravagant. Extravagant sharing.
I witnessed, our daughter, stopping for the one, she sat face-to-face explaining the gospel so patiently and tenderly speaking to Maria. The very one that had once been stopped for was now pouring into others with only a love that comes from Jesus.
