Early today I was in a big city away from home and came upon an impressive-looking Catholic church. I went in to check it out and found that almost half of the the interior was occupied by the homeless ~ obviously, they had spent the night sleeping inside the church and were now packing up to leave for the outside world. I knew that they would be back again tonight. I just felt the Lord's great compassion and pity on them. The story of Lazarus in the parable of Luke 16 came to my mind. I won't be surprised if more of these disadvantaged children of God end up in heaven than their advantaged counterpart ~ percentage-wise, that is. I myself felt quite helpless to alter the sad situation. The least we could all do is not to forget praying for the disadvantaged in our world.