This is a post that I had sitting in my Google Drive for over two years. It was supposed to be my next post… I can’t help but feel it is still relevant though, maybe now more than ever.
It’s a blustery afternoon, feels like spring is being chased away by the sharp blade of winter. We’re stopped at a red light in a busy intersection on our way home from church. He begins a cautious walk down the aisle of cars. He has white hair, trembling hands, and eyes that beg a connection as he peers through glass after glass. How easy it is to look away. I never could though; my heart breaks. I quickly rummage through my purse, take all of the cash I have and hand it through. There’s a question I want to ask today though, one that I’ve resolved to ask every homeless person I encounter. “Are there any needs I can pray for?” His reply, “Pray for the human race. I’m on my way out but these little ones [pointing to my sleeping girls in the back seat] are the ones that matter.” Tears, all the tears.
Someone who appears to have so many needs, felt no need to implore on his behalf. You know, I’ve often found that homeless people are the first to say ‘God Bless you.’ You provide a monetary blessing, however small, and they give a spiritual blessing. How valuable. We can hold on to our money so tightly without realizing that in doing so, we’re choking the spirit. The human spirit wasn’t made for money and things, but love and compassion. That is what it thrives on. Perhaps, he sees something every moment of his transient existence about the state of our souls. The eyes that look away, glazed over in unfeeling denial to the suffering of others. The angry, incredulous eyes that know nothing of his situation. The indifference of a dying world.
And so, I raise a prayer to the human race that we would wake up. That our hearts would be moved with compassion. That we would be compelled to make a difference for even one person. Because if that happened to everyone on the planet, a lot of people would be helped. It seems insubstantial, but that’s a lie. Love is the only power that will transform the world and save the human race. It sounds too simple, corny even, but that’s the funny thing, it really is that unassuming. Let’s challenge our hearts to love the scary and broken things of this world and escape the cage of our bodies. It is a challenge I’ll raise my ‘little ones’ up in, their momma has already wasted too much time with selfish love.
Back then, I never knew just how much our family would live out that prayer. Be careful what you pray for! Haha. But really it is a beautiful place to be when you find yourself heeding the call on your soul. Everywhere we go, we find new friends waiting for us. Friends in the faith, a home in every new place. We find ourselves at the crux of faith and practicality though as we realize that this type of ministry is totally dependent on God and therefore the kindness and obedience of others. If you feel led to support our budding ministry, please donate at our fundraising site.