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It was a cold winters day that Sunday. The parking lot to the church was filling up quickly. I noticed as I got out of my car that fellow church members were whispering among themselves as they walked to the church. As I got closer I saw a man leaned up against the w any outside the church. He was close laying down as if he was asleep. He had on a long trench coat that was almost in shreds and a hat topped his head, pulled down so you could not see his face. He wore shoes that looked 30 years old, too small for his feet with holes all over them, his toes stuck out. I assumed this man was homeless, and asleep, so I walked on by through the doors of the church. We all fellowship for a few minutes, and someone brought up the man laying outside. People snickered and gossiped but no one bothered to ask h im to come in, including me. A few moments later church began. We all waited for the preacher to take his