A homeless man in dirty clothes and barefoot entered the church: the congregation looked at him with disgust, but what the priest did shocked everyone

A homeless man in dirty clothes and barefoot entered the church: the congregation looked at him with disgust, but what the priest did shocked everyone 😲😱

It was quiet in the church. People sat on the benches; some prayed silently to themselves, others listened carefully to the priest’s words. Everything seemed as usual — until a man appeared in the doorway.

He was barefoot, in old torn clothes, with gray hair and a tired look. A faint whisper spread through the hall. Everyone noticed the heavy smell coming from him. A few women frowned, men turned away to get as far from him as possible. Nobody wanted to have anything to do with him.

The homeless man, understanding this, did not even glance toward the benches. He knew he was dirty, knew that “normal” people would not accept him. So he simply knelt down on the cold floor, folded his hands, and began to pray. His lips whispered words that almost no one could hear.

Meanwhile, the congregation kept whispering:

— What is he doing here?
— What a disgrace…
— He doesn’t belong here. Not even in church can we find peace from them.

Someone stood up and left, unwilling to sit next to such a “man.”

And at that moment, the priest interrupted the service. He slowly descended from the pulpit and walked toward the homeless man. The crowd froze. Everyone expected the priest to throw him out, but he did something unexpected 😲😲
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The priest placed his hand on the man’s back and said loudly:

— God sent you here, brother. So that we may help you. So that through us, He may extend His hand to you.

After these words, the priest took off his shoes and handed them to the man.

— Take them. Now pray with us. Today we will pray for your soul, for your suffering, for everything that forced you onto the streets. But we will also pray for the sins of those who judge a man by his clothes and look with hatred at God’s creation. For the Lord taught us to love our neighbor.

These words struck the hearts of all present like a blow. People lowered their heads; many didn’t dare look at one another. They felt ashamed. For they realized — the priest was speaking about them.

This story reminds us that goodness begins within ourselves.

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