Tapestry

I have a friend named Mark. He is a really cool guy. He says he's an accountant and that he goes to church. He enjoys reading the paper and talking. The cool thing about Mark is that he is always available. He doesn't have a cell phone but he doesn't need one because if you want him, he is always at the same place. I've talked to Mark a handfull of times and each time I learn something new. Rarely does he remember me but that's ok because he meets a lot of people everyday. There was one time I went to see Mark and it started to rain, and believe it or not, Mark didn't get up he just sat there and talked to me like it was nothing. Mark has a way of making you fill like you are worth a million dollors. Actually the day I met Mark, I went up to him because I wanted to see what it would be like to be him for just a minute. Sometimes if the wind blows right I get a wiff of something that reminds me of Mark. It's weird how that happens. If you ever get the chance to meet Mark I recomend that you take it. I doubt that you will ever be the same. But then again Mark probably lives much closer to you than you know. Don't worry about knocking on his door, he's never home anyways. He lives on the park bench near the hospital. If you go by he'll talk even if it is to his invisible friend. You'll know it's Mark because he smells like filth. Each day tons of people walk by him but no one ever talks. You may have walked by him before but it's likely that you didn't see him. But if you ever have a minute, when you are not doing anything, and you are board out of your mind, just try to see the world through Marks eyes. Ask him if you can sit on his bench for a minute. I garuntee he won't mind. But if you do, be ready, because you might just see that there's something to Mark.

The world is made up of every size, color, type, and thought. We make up a tapestry designed by God, Almighty. This tapestry is a portrate of the glory of God, but understand this portrate would be lacking if Mark wasn't woven into the fibers. God made you, me and the Mark next door to be a testimony of his glory. Yet what are we saying if we say nothing?