The scene was the Senior Center Thrift Store in Pinetop-Lakeside, AZ. Shirley was inside. I was sitting in the car.
Out came four people, all scruffy in appearance, not at all attractive in dress or mannerism. One lady appeared about 60, skinny as a rail. Another had scraggly hair, dyed red, with numerous bald spots. The only man was strange looking, misshapen, apparently handicapped, both mentally and physically.
My eyes followed them as they crossed the parking log. They got in a station wagon with a fish symbol on the back. The man drove.
I thought: These are not exactly the kind of people I'd choose to relate to. But God would! So why shouldn't I?
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