There was a man named Romeo. He was sitting on the ground waiting to be fed, and he was crying out his feelings of guilt and shame - how unworthy of God’s love he was and how awful the things he had done were.
We told Romeo God loved him anyway, as a father loves his son. We told him about grace. We asked Romeo if he had any children and through tears he produced a photograph of his three-month-old son who he’d been made to leave.
Romeo told us how he’d been numbing his pain through drinking, and how it had only encouraged more pain and violent behavior, causing him to have to leave his son with his sister and partner while he dealt with his problems. He said he had not seen his son for a few months and that this was his first night on the streets in this area.
Art and music were his passion and he tenderly showed us a drawing he had done, with painted footprints of his son featuring baby blue in the center of the page. Romeo said he was going to get himself sorted so that he could go home, and we told him about a program where he could get help to heal, but Romeo told us there was another program he was going to enter. So with breaking hearts, we gave a notebook to him to write lyrics to God in and we said goodbye. We wished there was more that we could do, but we would just have to pray and trust that Jesus had his heart.
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