South African reflection: The night I drove home naked

Homeless Jesus by Timothy Schmalz

How often to we see God in the beggar? Francis Tuson writes in the South Africa based Southern Cross Catholic weekly.

.... Even as I sit and write this, I am aware of my inherent hypocrisy.

Driving home from a friend's house, a few hours into the evening, I was contemplating how incredibly blessed I am.

I am not rich. I work for a small NGO, and while rewarding and enjoyable, it is not the most lucrative job there is. However, I still have more than I need, and for that I'm incredibly grateful.

As I pulled up to a traffic light, behind a beautiful Land Rover, I noticed a man on the side of the road. He was not overtly begging. He was just sitting there with his head in his hands-naked.

I did a momentary double take, the light turned green, and I drove past. Half a block later, while thinking about the bitter cold, I did a U-turn and drove back towards the intersection.

To read on see: www.scross.co.za/2018/07/the-night-i-drove-home-naked/