Yesterday afternoon making conversation with a homeless man at church, I asked how his day went.

His reply was profound.

“Another day closer,” he said.

I didn’t expect such optimism.

Here’s a guy living on the streets, no home, no car, no money, no job or food, who I’ve spoken with and tried to help countless Sunday mornings and Wednesday nights, who’s moving through this world and every one of his days is another day closer to something.

I suppose I should have asked the next obvious question but I was silenced by his response and immediately preoccupied with my own answer to the same question.

At the end of the day,

to what am I another day closer?

He’d already gone inside for the free dinner we serve attendees at Celebrate Recovery, leaving me alone at dusk, searching my own insides for the best answer to that next obvious question.

Ask yourself.

What on your horizon is calling you another day closer?