I was walking up the street tonight about 9pm cool summer night dodging the crickets to head to the shop. Along the footpath just as i get to a corner a man comes walking around and stops to ask if i had a light for his cigarette ( yeah i smoke started up again since my brain tumor OP boredom set in and the odd smoke solves that not a good habit i know, well its a tumor not lung cancer i keep telling myself). So i give him my lighter then he says something about his car has been in pounded wont be able to get it till tomorrow i small chat with him saying oh thats a bummer dude hope you get your car back, yeah he says but now im pretty much homeless cause i can't get home. So i replied ok ok yeah yeah while thinking I can't help with that i dont even know you man, for all i know you could be some psycho who just escaped from prison. He Hands back the lighter thanking me and we part ways. I get home later feeling slightly guilty that i didn't offer him a place to sleep for it would of been no problem, a spare room and my son lives with me who is pretty much a big built man. With me being on the medication i couldn't protect myself if i tried one hit on the head and i'll probably be dead. Then this struck me Matthew 25:35 For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in. Why did i not offer him to come round home! Did he live out of town was it far for him to walk i ask myself how come i didn't want to know about it when he mention he was homeless. Fear of strangers? Would you offer a stranger in your home if he had nowhere to lay his head for the night?