No Place Like Home
I spent most of yesterday with the church youth group. We went to Inner Metropolis to pass out bag lunches to homeless people.
When I first heard about this project I wasn't too thrilled. I tend to view the vast majority of homeless people as those who have a serious mental health issue, an alcohol and/or drug addiction, or as free-loaders who want to scam the system. Also, I didn't think they would appreciate the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
Like many people, I've had it with left-wing types who think I should subsidize everyone's lifestyle choice regardless of how harmful it is to the individual or to society.
Well, I still think that most homeless people have chosen their lifestyle and I don't necessarily feel any strong desire to help them, but then I'm confronted by the fact that my faith says I should help those in need. It also says to love one another.
The homeless people seemed genuinely thankful for the bag lunches. No one preached to them. No one cast judgement on them. We just looked them in the eye, offered them lunch and spent a few minutes speaking and listening to them. I suspect we got more out of the whole thing than they did.
I don't have to agree with their lifestyle choice but I am expected to show them love and compassion. It was a really good day.
When I first heard about this project I wasn't too thrilled. I tend to view the vast majority of homeless people as those who have a serious mental health issue, an alcohol and/or drug addiction, or as free-loaders who want to scam the system. Also, I didn't think they would appreciate the peanut butter and jelly sandwiches.
Like many people, I've had it with left-wing types who think I should subsidize everyone's lifestyle choice regardless of how harmful it is to the individual or to society.
Well, I still think that most homeless people have chosen their lifestyle and I don't necessarily feel any strong desire to help them, but then I'm confronted by the fact that my faith says I should help those in need. It also says to love one another.
The homeless people seemed genuinely thankful for the bag lunches. No one preached to them. No one cast judgement on them. We just looked them in the eye, offered them lunch and spent a few minutes speaking and listening to them. I suspect we got more out of the whole thing than they did.
I don't have to agree with their lifestyle choice but I am expected to show them love and compassion. It was a really good day.
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