Under the shade tree, face down, a man sprawled out on a blanket—not moving. And I wondered: what if he might be passed out? Or could he simply be napping?
The recent news of a homeless friend dying near a creek, discovered by authorities, has reminded me how important it is to share the gospel at every turn.
So I drove by, letting my car slow as I peered through the window. His hand held onto a lar…