I saw a man today. He was in his 40's, blue shirt, jeans, white ball cap, and sneakers that were untied. He had a makeshift cane, his back was bent and he was having a hard time walking. He was making his way down the sidewalk, I was stopped at a stop sign. My heart was moved with compassion as I looked at him, I couldn't help but be moved with tears. All I could see is how he was meant to be. Tall, straight back, and walking with long, strong strides. I thought about Jesus. Perfect Jesus. How he would feel as he looked upon broken, hurting people and saw them in the spirit, as they were meant to be.