There was this homeless guy who we helped get baptized and he faithfully attended church each week. This brother stayed in a small village approximately 10 miles outside the city and would scrap together enough money each week for the bus fare to attend church. The stake patriarch would then give him a ride home afterwards and some food to eat. I have always been impressed by his faith and dedication.
Shortly after returning home from my mission I went back to visit. I flew into Mexico City and stayed with a former companion. We were there for a few days and then rode a bus to our mission and specifically where we served together. This is the same area previously mentioned where I was there for 1 year (again, that is literal and no exaggeration).
Throughout the week that we were there we were visiting with some of the families from the ward and our converts, almost all of whom had stopped coming. Also unfortunate, since this wonderful homeless brother did not live in the city and I actually had no idea where he stayed, I wasn't able to meet up with him at that time. But on Sunday I saw him.
My former companion and I were late to sacrament meeting because we had stopped by and picked up some of our converts to bring them to church with us.* So they open the doors and we walk in. I see this amazing brother there with so much faith sitting on the back row. I sit down next to him and see his eyes light up when he sees me. He reaches over to gives me a big hug and the spirit can be felt. He then looks me right in the and says, "You're late."
*The full-time missionaries there at that time had zero investigators there that day and zero reactivations.On the other hand, my former companion and I brought back 4 people who hadn't been attending. Slackers!
I love that guy.
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