Good Friday

On my way to Good Friday service,
I passed by a man who stepped up to a garbage can,
pulled out a foam Dunkin Donuts cup,
peeled off the lid,
peaked inside,
swirled the contents around,
and started to drink.

When I replay the scene in my head,
I imagine pulling out two dollars,
and taking him to a coffee shop, so he could have his own cup.
Even if he was an unrepentant drunken, drugged out, rotten guy.

In response to the question, "What is wrong with the world?"
G.K. Chesteron's written reply (in essence),

"Dear Sirs,

I am what is wrong with the world.

G.K. Chesteron."