Waiting for the Grace of God
It’s like any sizable church in the country. Inside are the worshipers praying for divine grace, outside are beggars waiting for the kindness of the former.
I asked the young girl if that was her grandmother on the cart and she simply nodded. I asked her if they have eaten yet, she shook her head. I took out the change in my pockets and handed them to her. I proceeded inside the church to take pictures and when I came out she was snacking on a small bag of chips. I wish I could have offered her more than a snack. The realist in me knows there is unlikely a better tomorrow for her, there will be no divine grace.