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"For almost twenty years now I've been feeding bums. Bums just like me! Like I used
to be until a strong hand pulled me up from the gutter, the self-pity, the alcohol and dirt.
The haunting fears of being worthless. But now, I'm rich beyond earthly money. I have
friends. I have love in my heart instead of hatred, peace instead of rotting bitterness. I
can still remember the look in her eyes as she hunched over me and asked for my help in
running the kitchen. Something pierced me, and I started to cry. But that was long ago.
It was another world, another person, another..." Just then a timer went off snapping
Ben from his thoughts. The dinner rolls had come out of the oven so he could put on the
light sugar coating everyone liked.

Old Sheila had been good to him. At times she acted like a mother, then an older sister,
then a simple, honest friend. "She told me she just got bone-tired of seeing me waste
away doing nothing when there was so much that had to be done; so many precious souls
going down the toilet," he thought again out loud. She was a tough widow in her sixties
with a firmness that would cause construction workers to tremble. Yet, her eyes were
deep pools reflecting an inner peace and a love that compelled her to reach out in
obedience to the Lord and Savior, Jesus the Messiah! That day she confronted me with
the mountainous needs and the power of the Gospel that alone could satisfy it. I melted
and heard a different voice that matched the look in her eyes. I surrendered to the Spirit
and that very afternoon became her kitchen helper washing, cleaning and doing whatever
else needed to be done.

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