On the way to work each morning I pass a few homeless men. Remembering that each of us is created in the image and likeness of God, I say good morning to them. Over the years I've gotten to know some of their names, Ronnie, Reggie, BJ.

Twice a month I ride with someone to pick up donated bread from a local bakery then I get dropped off close to work. I usually take two sweet rolls with me to share with the "friends" I meet along the way.

The other morning as I was walking, I realized Reggie was on the other side of the street. The week before he had given me a hard time because I never give any of them money. That morning I kept waking, not wanting to go out of my way. But that little voice kept telling me:

"Prepare the way of the Lord, make straight his paths" (Lk. 3:4)

...and the choice between my will and his. I tried to ignore it thinking how silly it would look to turn around and go back. Then it hit me, looking silly is my ego, if I want to prepare the way I have to set aside my ego. So I turned around, crossed the street and offered him the sweet roll if he wanted it. He smiled and accepted it.

As I crossed the street again on my way to work, I was so happy, I felt I had a little more space in my heart for God!

B.D., Midwest region