Homeless? No, he has a mansion in heaven!

My family, Phillip, and I previously went to the Bay of the Holy Spirit revival last night in downtown Mobile after hearing great stories about it. I had a terrible day, I was mad, and it just continued to get worse and worse. Everything made me upset and nothing could make me smile. Even though I was at a revival, and about to be in the presence of God.Today, I can't even remember what I was mad about, who I was mad at, or anything. So now it seems really dumb of myself to be mad and waste a whole day when I could've been happy. But that's beside the point. The point is that I was sitting in my chair, in the revival, waiting for it to begin, and I was mad. Angrily, I sit there as hundreds of people are walking around smiling, talking, fellowshipping, and having a great time. A man comes and sits in the seat in front of me, and it begins to smell terrible. The man is wearing tattered and torn clothes, the hair on his head is long and matted together (including his facial hair..and eyebrows), his finger nails are filled with dirt, his eyes..they're filled with desperation, hopelessness, and sadness, he has an old book bag that is filled with everything that he owns, and lastly..a red hat that every time he went out and came back in, he took it off in honor of being inside of a church service. That's what stood out most to me about him. My eyes began to fill with tears as I looked at this man because whatever I was mad about, it didn't matter anymore. Having a warm home on a cold night, an amazing family, and a cozy car to ride in back to my warm home should be enough to make me happy forever. What in the world could I have been mad about? This man is homeless, he has no home, nowhere to sleep, no family. Next week is Thanksgiving and I will be having a feast with a room full of family who are happy. Then, next month is Christmas. Wow. This changed my whole night, I wasn't mad anymore, my spirit was more thankful and humble than anything. So the service began and we worshiped and witnessed healing and then the Word was brought to us, and last, of course, alter call. Just like most alter calls at revivals, the man preaching the message called on anyone who didn't know Jesus as their Lord and Savior. Amazingly, the man got up out of his seat and walked down to the alter. He wanted to give his life to Jesus. So they prayed for him and talked to him for a while and afterwards, his eyes were not filled with desperation, or hopelessness, or sadness..they had a different look about them now. They were filled with hope and happiness. I don't know him, I don't know his name, or even where he is tonight, but I couldn't help but to think that even though he's homeless on this Earth doesn't mean he's not going to have a bigger mansion in heaven than some of us people with nice things, some people like us who let our foolish pride get in the way of a lot of things in life, especially Jesus.