Seeing God through ugly glasses

I handed a homeless friend the sack of burgers. He glanced at it. “What’s this?” I “smiled. I figured you might be hungry.” The woman at his side, a new face, at least for me, stood with him. “We are a bit hungry.” I moved closer to her. “I don’t think we’ve met.” “Hi, I’m Stacy (not her real name).” My sack-holding friend interrupted our introductions. “Ms. Pam. Those have to be the ugliest…