Ye hath no understanding. Unless you hath experienced the very pain the poet described its much harder to
live it. I personally have been there and its not pretty place to be in. To recount a moment while in a rescue mission a place of sanctuary a place of perceived hope the staff cared not to offer a eulogy or mention for a man who died in his bed offered by the mission. Instead they hurriedly ushered out the body and kicked everyone else out to the street until the officials finished their business. Not a word spoken to the homeless men, not a thought of compassion nothing at all. Yet, the mission professed to be doing good for the community. It is said by Jesus
My house is a house of prayer but ye have made it into a den of thieves. The same mission that had a Christmas gathering as cards and offerings and clothing were placed around a tree for the men when they opened a few xmas cards thinking there was nothing but cards there was money in most of them. The staff requested those who took those cards with money they return it to the staff. These people running the show lived in lavish homes just a few miles out of town requested the money gifts to line their own pockets let alone the donations received throughout the year, its very sad indeed and gives the church a bad name. Jesus born in a barn in a nothing town of his time, a poor broken lost village, who had no home, not much of a family to speak of and learned over time who his friends were. In his darkest hour he was accused of offering his truth, his story that did not agree or shine with the powers of the times to be. He met his demise to show humanity just how alone we are. We all have a choice on how to treat one another for good or bad and its not just during Christmas but all year and all through the seasons. In time this blog about the homeless man will be replaced and forgotten with a blog of some other nonsense.
Yet the homeless man or woman will still be homeless and hurting. The lonely, the broken hearted will still be
wondering when will it be their turn to rejoice and know they are loved and not forgotten.
The homeless worry not about so much of writing blogs about their plight, they worry about their regrets and the choices they made and where their next meal will come from or where they will sleep. They are also good in hiding their shame as they do not want to make it seem so bad nor be a burden to others.
Yet the homeless have a choice to change and do the work necessary to get off the streets but some have embraced the lifestyle for they know the shelters and soup kitchens will still be made available. The fear some may have that they are one paycheck away from being allowed to stay in their household and job for the week or month or join the ranks of the homeless. Nothing is for certain and when it comes to compassion today it is like a summer breeze for it may warm us for a moment but is often fleeting and its in the dictionary between cash or credit.