Just as I was preparing our second cuppa, water came like a small waterfall flowing out from a kitchen cabinet. We grabbed towels and brought in the kitchen slide. Unfortunately, this was the same leak area on the slide we thought had been repaired yesterday. Hard not to be discouraged. We reminded ourselves that we were blessed that it was only one leak, and we were still relatively warm and dry considering so many without shelter.
Last evening, we volunteered to serve at the Community Dinner given by Trinity Cathedral. The dinner is offered every Wednesday and open to all who maybe hungry. A dedicated group of volunteers assure that enough food and hospitality go around. Upwards of 50 men and women showed up. I’m told that on colder days that number can jump closer to 200.
Could not say who was actually homeless or not, but rampant signs of mental illness among many. Addiction, PTSD, Schizophrenia. Fighting the instinct to judge, I admit that it was hard to overlook the smartphones and Beat headphones. Harder still was seeing the obvious drug dealer waiting outside the courtyard for the emerging crowd.
If we contact police to scare off the drug dealers, then do we also scare off those who seek hospitality and refuge? While seeking some answers, it is important that my own personal reaction of disgust for the drug dealer does not interfere with what the Lord is asking of me. Feed the Hungry, Clothe the Naked, Shelter the Homeless.