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Today I was doing some recon work out in Saint Johns. I was looking for a building where we might establish a shelter for the homeless.
When I do recon, it is more than just driving and walking around looking at buildings. I go to a popular coffee shop, one where people are talking to each other and not staring blankly into a small glowing screen. I have this gift of being able to get my self into the conversation of complete strangers. I also like listening to debates especially when they are about to boil over into a heated argument. You can learn so much about the people and the flavor of a neighborhood.
Today I entered into and ongoing discussion with a group of 30 somethings who considered themselves a part of the 99%. In their discussion they were talking about who was the weakest link and how they could be rid of them to make themselves stronger.
Well of course the weakest link are “the homeless”. So I said “Wait a minute. Why are they the weakest?”
And their response is, “They have nothing to contribute.”
“What is it that you are expecting them to contribute? They have lost everything based on the greed of those more affluent. AND they have a great deal to contribute. The real problem here is that you are suffering from blindness and deafness and therefore can not see their contribution nor hear the their wisdom which is based on their experience which not one of you have. How many of you have been homeless cold and hungry?”
“There is one more thing you must also consider. If you rid yourselves of the homeless who among you will be the next weak link?”
And with that I bid them farewell and left. They were all very quiet.
This argument is not exclusive to these young people it is and argument this is being bantered by other people and the governments at all levels.
Many years ago there was a cartoon called Pogo and Pogo said “We has seen the enemy! and the enemy is us.”
Are you a weak Link?
There was once a time where Silence was a valued commodity. Where stillness of the day and the night could be embraced and feasted upon as a great banquet.There once was a time when one could travel into the wilderness and listen to the songs of creation. The whispering breeze dancing in and out of the tops of trees or the gentle wind waltzing through the tall grasses of the Meadow. The ancient song of the fowls great and small and the babbling brook, the roar of the waterfall and the rumble of thunder in all its wonder and mystery and the absent din of humanity.There once was a time and there was once was a place but they have all but vanished; for mankind on the whole fears the Songs of Creation, for it reminds them of their true place and that there is a Creator greater than them.Faithwalker
Here I lie under the dock of a warehouseHuddled, wrapped in plastic gleaned from a dumpsterThe cold east wind assails my hiding place.Hunger gnaws at my body for I have no money for food;The frozen rain dangles from the planks above me as translucent teeth;How did I get here?Cold! so very cold, but I will survive,For I will not forfeit my life with out a fight.The shelters are full and I was late for the missions meal;So I lay under the dock clinging to what warmth I can, and wait;For the ‘morrow and another day.People creep by in their heated chariotsOthers scurry to the bus;All are headed for the warmth of home and hearth and hot food and laughter and a warm bed.And for this I do hope……
“Ya know I always consider it a treat and a expression of love when I am invited over to someones *house* for dinner and fellowship.
“But I count a real blessing when the invite is to a camp and that the folks fuss over me. For you can see that they had been planning it out in advance. They are giving the best they have. So even if I do not particularly like what it is they are feeding me I eat it anyway and make sure to pour out lots of compliments to the cook.
“It reminds me so much of when Mary Magdalene came before the Lord or Zaccheus or any of the others…….it is a humbling event. It is also a reminder of trust vested in me by them and the Lord as a shepherd.”
“Tonight I was in a meeting in which I heard a lot of fear coupled with accusations.
“Some justified, but most were repeats from old debates on PBS or NPR.
“Aside from having to listen to this broken record over and over was to have to watch it being directed not at me but toward someone whom I care about. I did let loose a little but was silenced.
“However there was this one event that took place that was of Divine Origin. I watched the Holy Spirit envelope the one whom they were firing their fiery darts at and His Peace wash over him…”