As one of the elementary aged children of our congregation arrived at church on Sunday he noticed the Room at the Inn people sleeping in our gymnasium. There were over fifty of them that we sheltered against the cold.
Pointing out toward the cots he asked, "Who are they?"
His grandmother answered, "They are guests."
The young man was persistent. "But why are they guests?"
"To keep them out of the cold because they don't have homes." she answered.
He wasn't giving up yet. "But where did they come from?"
"Out there," she said pointing outside the doors.
"Grandma," he asked looking more than a little curious, "are they angels?"
Could be.
Even one of them.
