I don’t know how many of you have seen the Oscar Winning Film, ’12 Years A Slave”, but it is a great story about Solomon Northup, a free black man from upstate New York, who was abducted and sold into slavery. A great show which I highly recommend.
As we were watching it the other night, I couldn’t help but think about a homeless man who was from Louisiana that we had staying with us.
He had lost everything, including his wife and young child during Hurricane Katrina and had been on the move ever since.
He said he made it out of New Orleans in the aftermath and had never looked back, going from town to town, job to job and shelter to shelter. Always on foot, without very many possessions and always alone.
He told me once that he was a slave to the road. He had built quite a good life for himself before the hurricane hit, but the pain of his loss and fear that it could happen again prevented him from ever starting over.
He said he had thought about ending everything quite a few times, but his fear of death and the afterlife had stopped him from taking his life.
Tormented by the demons of his past and his fears, he truly was a slave.
We can feed, clothe and shelter them, plant a few seeds of hope and encouragement, but I believe only God can free some of these captives from their chains.
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