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It was a cold winters mean solar day that Sunday. The parking lot to the church was filling up quickly. I spy as I got out of my car that fellow church members were susurrus among themselves as they walked to the church. As I got closer I saw a man leaned up against the w all(prenominal) outside the church. He was almost set down as if he was asleep. He had on a colossal trench coat that was almost in shreds and a hat top his head, pulled down so you could not see his face. He wore shoes that looked 30 years old, too small for his feet with holes all over them, his toes stuck out. I fabricated this man was homeless, and asleep, so I walked on by through the doors of the church. We all fellowship for a few minutes, and someone brought up the man place outside. People snickered and gossiped but no one bothered to ask him to flummox in, including me. A few moments later church began. We all waited for the Preacher to get into his