Asa: Mom, do you remember that homeless man that we saw in St Augustine last week?

Me: Yes.

Asa: Why is he homeless?

Me: I don't know. There are lots of possible reasons.

Asa: Why can't someone help him? Why doesn't someone just ask him to live with them?

Me: Umm....I don't know.

Asa: We have a big house....why didn't WE just ask him to come stay with us?

Me: Hmmm......

Asa: What I really want to know Mama, is why did we just pass him by when he needed help?

Me: I don't know how to answer that, Ace.

Asa: We could go back and find him. I would recognize him. He had white hair and a white beard, green eyes, gray teeth, black on his shirt and pants...I know I could find him. Maybe we could go back and take him some food...and money...and a Bible. Can we go, Mama, can we?

Me: *speechless*

I think my son is a born missionary...