The old man

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 It was a cold winter's day that Sunday.  The parking lot to the church
 was  filling up quickly.  I noticed as I got out of my car fellow church
 members  were whispering among themselves as they walked in the church.
 As I got closer I saw a man leaned up against  the wall outside the
 church.  He was almost 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 sleep, so I walked on
 by through the doors of the church. We all fellowshipped for a few
 minutes, and someone brought up the man laying outside.  People 
 snickered and gossiped but no one bothered to ask him to come in, 
 including me. A few moments later church began.  We all waited for
 the Preacher to take his place and to give us the Word, when the doors 
 to the church opened. In came the homeless man walking
 down the aisle with his head down. People gasped and whispered and made
 faces.  He made his way down the aisle and up onto the pulpit where he
 took off his hat and coat. My heart sank. There stood our preacher...he
 was the "homeless man".
 
 No one said a word.  The preacher took his Bible and laid it on his
 stand."Folks, I don't think I have to tell you what I am preaching
 about today."