Today, we're taking a break from Miracle Monday to bring you a testimony from Sister Mary Ann Heaps. Enjoy!
When I was living in Guatemala, I had a routine of stopping at the same bakery every day to purchase bread and juice. Every day, I would see a street man walking toward the bakery, and many times he would sit on the curb, never saying a word. He didn’t understand when you spoke to him but would just smile, not recognizing anybody. Not knowing anything about this poor, badly dressed man in rags and torn shoes, carrying a cloth bag, I referred to him as "mi hombre" (my man).