After helping out at the Supper House the other night, I can't get the people that came out of my mind or heart. I see their faces, young and old, black and white. Their dirty hands reaching out for more to drink, purposefully, our fingers touch as they hand me their cup. Silently, I pray for God to meet their need.
"Thank you." They respond as they suck down the contents. I pass behind them and pat their back.
"You are very welcome." It's the least I can do, I think to myself. Fill up...it's going to be a long, cold night.
I can't get the images out of my head. My heart breaks. Tears, stream down my face. Maybe it's because I understand the devastation of drug addiction. Maybe it's because I understand what it's like to be homeless. Granted, I put myself in the situation and I've gotten myself out or rather, allowed the help of God and others. But looking into the eyes of these folks, some were tricksters and were taking life as it came. A free meal was a free meal and they were glad for the system in place. But there were others who had tired, weary eyes. Those are the ones that grabbed my heart. Are they crazy? I don't know, maybe. Does that mean they don't deserve a place? No. With all of the billions spent on other nations, we shouldn't have homeless, hungry, cold especially elderly homeless folks, in the good ole US of A. But, I guess that is for a different entry.
I know it's touchy subject. I also know the truth is still out there, that we have hungry, cold, homeless people right in our neighborhood. What can we do about it? Short of going and adopting a homeless guy, I'm not sure, but I do know that God is stirring my heart for a reason. Please help me pray through this. Pray for the homeless guys and gals that are freezing out there especially this weekend.
"Thank you." They respond as they suck down the contents. I pass behind them and pat their back.
"You are very welcome." It's the least I can do, I think to myself. Fill up...it's going to be a long, cold night.
I can't get the images out of my head. My heart breaks. Tears, stream down my face. Maybe it's because I understand the devastation of drug addiction. Maybe it's because I understand what it's like to be homeless. Granted, I put myself in the situation and I've gotten myself out or rather, allowed the help of God and others. But looking into the eyes of these folks, some were tricksters and were taking life as it came. A free meal was a free meal and they were glad for the system in place. But there were others who had tired, weary eyes. Those are the ones that grabbed my heart. Are they crazy? I don't know, maybe. Does that mean they don't deserve a place? No. With all of the billions spent on other nations, we shouldn't have homeless, hungry, cold especially elderly homeless folks, in the good ole US of A. But, I guess that is for a different entry.
I know it's touchy subject. I also know the truth is still out there, that we have hungry, cold, homeless people right in our neighborhood. What can we do about it? Short of going and adopting a homeless guy, I'm not sure, but I do know that God is stirring my heart for a reason. Please help me pray through this. Pray for the homeless guys and gals that are freezing out there especially this weekend.
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