Do I mean what I pray or am I only mouthing words? Do I pray, “Lord, open my eyes that I may see you,” and then walk right by the opportunities? Do I pray, “Lord, use me,” and then shut myself off? I did, much to my shame. Some time ago, my husband and I went to Toronto for the day. We had a marvellous time just strolling the streets, watching people, enjoying the sunshine in the park and feasting. On the way back to Union Station, we came upon a young man sitting against the wall. At first glance he seemed to be enjoying the sunshine. As we approached, however, his sign caught my eye: homeless and hungry. He looked clean-cut but his face was pinched, his eyes pleading. We had a train to catch and walked on, the bag in my hand swinging against my leg. Where we in a hurry? No. We didn’t even know when the train would leave the station. If we missed this one, we need only wait twenty minutes for the next train. As I climbed the steps the bag once more hit my leg. Annoyed, I moved it to the other hand. Then it hit me. Why hadn’t I given this bag with my leftover sandwich to that hungry man? It would have been so easy to just bend down, smile at him and give him the food. I didn’t need it. I was full. Why didn’t I turn around? I don’t know. But I am now convinced I missed a God-sent opportunity. And I’m ashamed.