I Thirst

At the dinner table the other night, a friend told us about his years as a transient wanderer.

He had come to know the Lord, but his alcoholism drove him to the streets again and again.

“One time,” he said, “I left treatment and went out on the street. I walked a long way, and I came to a restaurant. I knew they would give me some ice water, so I went in. While I was sitting at the counter, a well-dressed man came in. After looking around for a moment, he came and sat by me.”

“‘Are you...