My heart hurts, for I sit with a broken, homeless man, who thinks Jesus quit on Him. Maybe, it’s we quit on Jesus, because Jesus never quits. I’ve never felt compassion like this before, and I know it’s only a tiny drop compared to what Jesus feels. We can’t quit, we have to endure this race, and we can’t stop speaking of what it feels like when you surrender to a God so much bigger than us. They will never know Him if we don’t show them.