It was cold outside; a wintery evening and I was seated in a London church waiting for the service to start.
With just a few minutes to go, in walked a shabby-looking man, a tramp. He had obviously been very cold and, seeing a light on, ventured to come in.
Some people looked up surprised, others perhaps didn't take much notice as he quietly sat down at the back of the church. Maybe he felt just a little conspicuous, but he stayed for the entire meeting.

When the service was over there was an appeal made for all who had not experienced the forgiveness of sin and who did not know Jesus as Saviour, to move forward to the front of the church.
The tramp was the first one up on his feet and went forward. That old and shabby-looking person was at a point where he realised his greatest need. It was more than just temporary warmth and shelter.
At the front of the church he gave his heart and life to Jesus.

What happened to him afterwards or where he went was not certain, but one thing we do know for sure - he was never the same once he had met with Jesus.
He came in just for a moment's warmth and shelter and left with peace, the knowledge of sins forgiven and an assurance of eternal security.