You don't realize how much something affects you until you're seperated from it. Nellie and I were having breakfast at a Denny's this morning on the Strip and we were stopped by a homeless man just outside the door. He mumbled something, and I didn't understand him until after I heard myself say "no". He was asking everyone that went in if they would buy him a decent meal. He didn't even ask for money. He just wanted a decent meal. Nellie looked at me sideways and said "It has been a long time since you've been to Evergreen, hasn't it." Ouch. I changed our table to accommodate 3, and went back outside to find the man. He was gone. I've spent the rest of my day not believeing that I actually denied someone a hot meal. I've let myself get seperated from the Word lately, and it's really showing through in my actions and mindsets. I crave the community I've left behind, and I miss it for what it meant to me, but I realize that it is I who is ultimately held accountable. I have to acknowledge that I failed to "do it to the least of these" today and that blows. God have mercy on me.