Where streams of living water flow, my ransomed soul he leadeth, and where the verdant pastures grow, with food celestial feedeth. Perverse and foolish oft I strayed, but yet in love he sought me, and on his shoulder gently laid, and home rejoicing brought me.
Human beings experience fragmentariness, incompleteness and brokenness.
The question is whether there is a power beyond that can heal this brokenness. There are as many answers as there are people. This man was a refugee from the East, now living in an overcrowded hut in what was once a military camp. Once he had what we call the comforts of life and a secure place in society. Now all these have been stripped from him and he is thrown back on himself.