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When we see suffering, plight or distress, we often are so moved as to turn away rather than to show mercy, give aid and help, telling our self as did Christopher Reed, ‘Thank God it is not me.’

Truly, in the world there are much sufferings and needs. We are to render to others as we would have them do for us in the same circumstance.

Sunday as I arrived in the church parking lot ... there was this lady on a bicycle, (I had noticed her before on Sunday mornings). She waited behind my car for me to get out of the car. She said I have been sleeping out back of a business, can you give me $10.00 to get a room? I said ‘the benevolence office is across the street ... they will help you.’ she said they are not there now. She was about 45 or so, thin, and asking for help. I said I would rather arrange for you a room than give you the money, to which she said I am hungry too. I said, see you have changed your story. ... there are associate pastors in the church that will help you. Yet I could not turn away from her having done nothing. I gave her $10.00, blessed her and said please do not use this to hurt yourself. She said, ‘when we bless others we receive a blessing.’ I did not feel good about it either way.

I know the reality is she is making bad choices all the time. Can we imagine what it would be like to be alone in the world, and to have nothing? ... Usually it is s persons own fault. It is a vicious cycle.
Her name is Judy. Let us pray for Judy.

November 2, 2010

Graphic by MamaBear

What Do Women Do All Day?

Every minute, to' and fro'
That's the way my hours go
Bring me this, and bring me that
Feed the dog, take out the cat
Standing up, I eat my toast
Drink my coffee, thaw the roast
Empty the garbage, make the bed
Rush to church, wash my head
Sweep the kitchen, wax the floors
Scrub the woodwork, clean the doors
Scour the bathtub, then myself
Vacuum carpets, straighten shelves
Eat my sandwich, on the run
Now, my afternoon's begun
To the baseball game I go
When will there be time to sew?
Meet the teacher, stop the fight
See the dentist, fly a kite
Help with homework, do the wash
Iron the clothes, put on the squash
Shop for groceries, cash a check
Fight the crowds, now I'm a wreck
Dinnertime, it soon will be
"Whats for dinner?" they ask
Wait, and see
Dirty dishes, crowd the sink
Next, there's popcorn, then a drink
Will they never go to bed?
Will I ever get ahead?
"Bring me water." "Get the light."
Turn off the TV, lock the bike
"Where's my pillow?" "Hear my prayers."
"Did you lock the door downstairs?"
At last in bed, my spouse, and I
Too tired to move, too weak to cry
But, whenever I doze, I hear him say
"What do women do all day?"

by Marshall H. Hart

It is a very difficult decision whether to help these people with money or food.

I usually try to refrain from giving them money. If the will accept the offer of food, I gladly go to the nearest fast food and get them something to eat. Most of the time, they don’t want food.

A local radio personality interviewed some of these people standing on street corners a few years ago. Several of the ‘homeless’ told him they make $30,000+ per year.

Wishing you a Warm Fuzzy Wednesday.