just read: same kind of different as me

Last year, someone recommended I read Same Kind of Different as Me. When I saw it on the shelf at a charity book sale, I thought "why not? And, it is for a good cause." I had no idea what to expect.

This is a wonderful, true story focused around two men - who appear different, but share many similarities. One, a rich art dealer in Texas. The other a homeless man, formerly a slave. Brought together by a woman - married to the art dealer.

If you are looking for an inspiring story about how one life can make a difference, I recommend this book. I laughed out loud and literally cried at times throughout the story.

Denver Moore, the former slave, is often full of wisdom. In the final chapter he says:


"We're all just regular folks walkin down the road God done set in front of us. The truth about it is, whether we is rich or poor or somethin in between, this earth ain't no final resting place. So in a way, we is all homeless - just workin our way toward home."

As a sojourner, and a former nomad, these words struck a cord in my heart. It was many years ago that "home" was redefined for me. Home is not constructed by men. Home is not a designated geographic place. My home on earth is with my husband, wherever God leads. But, I am still just a visitor passing through on a journey to my final resting place in eternity. That perspective changes everything!

just Sheri, homeless and working my way toward home