"...Moses saw that the bush was on fire, but it was not burning up. 'This is strange!' he said to himself. ' I'll go over and see why the bush isn't burning up.' " Exodus 3:2b-3 -- Moses and his encounter with God at the burning bush.
Recently I was asked why I make these trips downtown. Of course, there are many others who care for the homeless, but what was it that was different about me that compelled me to go where others don't go. Over the weekend, I heard the above scripture verse from Exodus quoted. The speaker was a filmaker who has filmed God moving in miraculous ways all around the world. He said he identified with this verse and wondered how many others may have also seen the burning bush that Moses saw, but didn't walk over and check it out. In this filmaker's world, others have told him that they too felt the urge to make the same movies he has made, but for one reason or another didn't. Two and a half years ago, when I started making these trips, I just wanted to be where God was working. I'm glad I chose to go (and check out the burning bush) and haven't regretted it since.
Yesterday's trip was an experience I won't soon forget. After purchasing a bunch of burgers at the Jack in the Box I headed over to an alley off Hooper St. I gave a couple of burgers away to Sam on the way there and when I got to the alley I saw Willie who I hadn't seen since Christmas day. While talking with him, another man by the name of Lee came around from the other side of the wall where we were. He had heard us talking. I gave him some burgers. A couple of minutes later another man named James came walking by and at this point I got out of the car and opened the trunk and started giving out clothes to all three. During this time I was telling Willie (who has been to the barbecues I've done down there) about my hopes for the next barbecue. I hope to be able to have one with a bunch of people from the area and take the opportunity to talk about some of the things that grieve these people, in particular those who have passed away. All three of these people knew the woman who passed away on the street a couple of months back. Lee seemed particularly tuned in to what I was talking about. When I prayed with the three of them, I somehow felt the deep presence of God in our midst. I had put my hand on James' shoulder, but Willie was standing a little ways away and I couldn't reach him with my other hand. While praying I felt another hand reach up to mine. It was Lee's and not Willie's hand. Anyway, I finished praying with them and said goodbye and drove over to the next alley down.
In this alley I found John Mellon sleeping. When I woke him up, he told me he had been hit by a car last Thursday and was seeing a physical therapist down by Wilshire and Alvarado. His knee was still badly swollen and he had been prescribed some pain medication, but because he didn't have any ID, he couldn't get the prescription filled. He needed to go to the DMV and get an ID and asked if I'd give him a ride. While talking with John, Lee from the other alley walked up. He was looking for a ride also, and in the same area where John wanted to go. Now I've talked before about one of the difficulties of being homeless is what do you do with your stuff when you have to go somewhere distant like these guys had to. Without getting into the details of what happened, I ended up taking Lee to a place in East LA where he could get some government relief funds. He wanted to get checked into a rehab program immediately. While we rode in the car together he told me that he had $7 the day before and instead of buying a meal with it he bought drugs. He told me about many poor choices he had made in his life and how he was now sick and tired of the mess he had made of his life. He also told me he was HIV positive and his sister, who was a nurse, had essentially begged him to come stay with her. When he heard Willie and I talking he was starving from not having eaten in a couple of days. When he came around the fence to where we were I had immediately asked him if he needed something to eat. He couldn't believe it at the time and that I gave him water and socks too. Then the conversation that I was having with Willie about the homeless people who have died on the street really got to him because he knew the woman who had died. In fact, the last thing that woman said to Lee was, "Check in on me, because I don't want to die on the street." Lee's lifestyle and the circumstances of me coming by and helping them and praying with them finally got to him and he had had enough of the street life! He was ready to do whatever it took in one of these rehab programs to get cleaned-up and off the streets! Praise God. Can you believe it? Now when Lee got the relief money at the place we went to, he gave me $20. I told him I didn't want it and to keep it and use it towards his needs. He insisted I take it and basically dropped it on my lap (he was sitting in the back seat). I'm thinking if he was only interested in himself, he would have easily taken the money back if I refused it. But the fact that he insisted that I take it and told me how much he was blessed by our time together made me think he really was ready to make a lifestyle change. I'll be praying for his life.
Now back to John Mellon. John had put some things in my car (a backpack and some clothes) and we were going to meet at a recycling center a few blocks away from the alley. Somehow, we got our signals crossed and I couldn't find him for a couple of hours. I finally found him back at the alley. He was all upset and worried that I had lost his backpack and the clothes. Actually, he was worried that I had given them away and they had some of his 'valuables' in them. It took awhile, but he finally calmed down and I told him that I had driven by the DMV and due to the holiday on Monday it was closed. So I ended up taking him to his physical therapy session on Wilshire and Alvarado. It was only a fifteen or twenty minute car ride over there, but it took him about forty minutes to get ready and we had to take his bicycle in the trunk because he didn't have a place to leave it. The therapy was only suppose to take fifteen minutes too, but ended up taking an hour. Through it all, I kept my calm (even though I was anxious to leave) throughout this whole time. I kept wondering if God gets this frustrated with me and yet keeps His composure. If I am to bring the Kingdom down here, then I'd better be a good ambassador and represent God's Kingdom as best I can. Anyway, it all worked out. I got John back with his bicycle safely and left him in good spirits. It was now 6 p.m. and I was really ready to go home by now. Luckily, with the holiday, traffic wasn't too bad going home. In reflecting on the day and putting the scripture above into this picture, it became all the more meaningful to me that I chose to take the opportunity to 'go check out the burning bush' two years ago. If I hadn't have gotten started, I would have missed out in giving Lee the opportunity and the motivation to want to get off the streets. God is always looking for someone willing to be used by Him. We start by making ourselves available to Him. --Until next week. John
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
Monday, February 13, 2012
Downtown 2/12/2012
"Therefore, I tell you, her sins, which were many, have been forgiven; hence she has shown great love, But the one to whom little is forgiven loves little." Then he said to her, "Your sins are forgiven." --Luke 6:47-48
This response of Jesus was spoken to the Pharisees who who were chastising him over allowing a 'sinful' woman to touch him as she poured costly oil over his feet at a dinner party. The point Jesus makes to these religious leaders is over her overwhelming response of affection towards him as opposed to their lack of even the most basic respect towards him. I see this played out many times as I encounter folks downtown in various states of need. After all this time I've learned to notice certain things about people's condition that will indicate their need or receptiveness to my help. When I arrived downtown yesterday I drove straight to the Jack in the Box to buy a bunch of hamburgers. I parked in the parking lot and noticed one man standing by the entrance and another man sleeping in the corner of the parking lot next to his shopping cart. I walked over to the man sleeping to see if I recognized him. I actually didn't know he was sleeping until I got over there and then realized I didn't know who he was. If he was awake I would have told him to wait there until I came back out and I'd give him some food. However, since he appeared to be sound asleep I left him alone for the time being. I walked back to the entrance and noticed the other man had gone inside. He was a fairly young Latino man wearing simply a t-shirt and jeans. He was standing now, by the soda machine with a cup of water. I ordered the twenty burgers and while I waited he was given his 'order' of two tacos. Two tacos at Jack in the Box cost 99 cents. With the cup of water it was easy to see this man was on a limited budget. He ate his tacos and drank some more water. By this time my order was ready. It was about 1:15 in the afternoon and the place was fairly crowded. He had gotten a table by himself in the corner. Before leaving the counter I asked the person serving me to put two of the burgers in a separate bag and I walked over to this man and said, "These are for you." I didn't ask him his name or try to engage in any conversation. I wanted this to be as inconspicuous as possible and I turned and walked back to the counter, picked up the two bags and walked out without looking back. I doubt if anyone else noticed. When I got outside I was greeted by another man looking for some cash to get home to Whittier (I gave him $3). I walked over to the car and set the two bags of burgers down. Just as I did that a man named Kenny rode up on a bicycle with two large bags of recyclables. I had given him a pair of shoes a few weeks back. They were already looking pretty thrashed, but they were holding up so far. I gave him a couple of the burgers and commented about the guy sleeping on the other side of the parking lot. He said, "Yeah, he's been there since last night." When I mentioned that he's probably hungry by now, Kenny said, "Yeah, we're all hungry around here." We talked for another minute or so and he went on inside and I walked over to the man sleeping. His name is Antonio and yes he was hungry. He woke up right away when I started talking to him and was thankful for the food. I gave him some water as I drove out of the parking lot. Within about fifteen minutes of arriving downtown I was able to assist four men. The trip was off to a good start!
From that point on the trip slowed down considerably. I always go down a couple of the alleys nearby where I've had the barbecues. One of them had a man named Jose sleeping on the ground. He woke up immediately when I called to him. I asked him if "Necesita comida?" (Do you need food?) and he replied, "Tiene?" (You have some?). While we were having this exchange someone was driving down the alley behind me and they honked their horn at me to hurry up. I'm learning to ignore my immediate feelings to respond in anger because it blows my mood for awhile. I left Jose after giving him some food and water (he was very happy as I drove away). I've mentioned Mary a few times recently. She sits on a corner on 16th St. near Los Angeles St like she's waiting for someone to come by and pick her up (she's been there for several months now). She's always bundled up (because it's cold). She hasn't engaged in much conversation with me, but today she waved to me as I drove by and came over to the car quickly when I stopped. She still wasn't real talkative, but I think she's warming up to me nonetheless. I asked her if she needed anything special and she said "No", she was only looking for shelter. That, by the way, is what most homeless people are looking for.
I drove back over to Alameda St and down near 4th where Robert lives. He had on a new pair of jeans. Someone in the area must have given them to him and I commented how nice he looked in them. I asked if there was anything he needed and he replied in a voice barely above a whisper, "Naw, I'm OK." I told him I loved him and would see him again soon (yes I gave him some food and water too). Around the corner from Robert and a little ways down the street was a man named Deacon sitting on the steps of an industrial building. This is an industrial area and not much is going on there on the weekends. He had his shoes off and was rubbing his feet (probably has athlete's food). He was about to put his socks back on when I pulled up and since I had my window down I asked him if he needed some food. He responded "Oh yeah." to that question so I pulled over to where he was and parked. I gave him some burgers and some water and asked if he needed some new socks. Well, of course, he needed some new socks and as I was getting them out of the trunk he asked, "You don't by chance have some size 12 shoes do you?" I told him, "Yeah, I think I got a pair for you." By the time I left he ended up with new everything except jeans. I gave him shirts, a blanket and even a pillow. He put the new shoes and socks on immediately and talked about what a blessing it was that I came by. I asked him where he was from and he said Moreno Valley. I then asked what brought him out here. He told me that four months ago his wife did something that 'hurt him deeply'. He was devastated and was only now starting to get his mind back together again. We talked for quite awhile about his situation and I acknowledged how hurtful it is. It occurred to me that last summer directly across the street from where we were right then I met a man named Charles from Medford, Texas who told me exactly the same story. The only difference was that Charles' hurtful experience occurred fifteen years before and not four months. That was his response to why he was out in California. You may recall last week I talked about John Mellon and how his girlfriend had left him three months ago and he was still devastated. People can become homeless for a variety of reasons. Some for economic reasons and some for relational reasons. We are all flawed people. Sometimes our flaws manifest in more visible ways than others. Below the surface of peoples lives that we see are their own set of hurts and troubles. My guess is that Mary, whom I spoke of above, has something very similar going on inside her that these men are trying to cope with too. Please pray for their broken and troubled hearts.
The last two men I helped were Michael Wayne under the 4th St bridge (I've helped him many times before) and a man named Nelson from Pasadena. Michael Wayne was in a state of shock over Whitney Houston passing away the night before. While we don't know at this time what the cause of her death is, Michael was using it as a wake-up call to clean-up his act and stay away from the temptations and bad influences that seem to continually plague him. I've been telling him that for the last year and half that I've known him. We'll see if it really hits home this time. Nelson was sleeping on the dock of that cold storage warehouse that I first saw Melvin at a couple of months ago. After helping him with some food, water, socks and a blanket I warned him that Melvin had been arrested for sleeping there because it was private property. When I left him he had laid back down to go to sleep.
When I began this writing I started with the story of Jesus and his exchange with the Pharisees over the 'sinful' woman who poured the expensive oil over his feet. The Pharisees condemned Jesus for associating with the outcasts of society. They felt not only are the outcasts unfit for their attention they are also unworthy of God's care or concern. Jesus said just the opposite is true. These people know they are in desperate need of God's help and are worthy of His care and attention too. It is the same underlying point of the stories of the prodigal son, the woman at the well and Zacheus the tax collector who was up in a tree. God cares and is interested in reaching all of us. My passion and desire (and what I pray for all the time) is to be God's light in the darkest of places. Even on the streets and back alleys of downtown Los Angeles. Until next week. --John
This response of Jesus was spoken to the Pharisees who who were chastising him over allowing a 'sinful' woman to touch him as she poured costly oil over his feet at a dinner party. The point Jesus makes to these religious leaders is over her overwhelming response of affection towards him as opposed to their lack of even the most basic respect towards him. I see this played out many times as I encounter folks downtown in various states of need. After all this time I've learned to notice certain things about people's condition that will indicate their need or receptiveness to my help. When I arrived downtown yesterday I drove straight to the Jack in the Box to buy a bunch of hamburgers. I parked in the parking lot and noticed one man standing by the entrance and another man sleeping in the corner of the parking lot next to his shopping cart. I walked over to the man sleeping to see if I recognized him. I actually didn't know he was sleeping until I got over there and then realized I didn't know who he was. If he was awake I would have told him to wait there until I came back out and I'd give him some food. However, since he appeared to be sound asleep I left him alone for the time being. I walked back to the entrance and noticed the other man had gone inside. He was a fairly young Latino man wearing simply a t-shirt and jeans. He was standing now, by the soda machine with a cup of water. I ordered the twenty burgers and while I waited he was given his 'order' of two tacos. Two tacos at Jack in the Box cost 99 cents. With the cup of water it was easy to see this man was on a limited budget. He ate his tacos and drank some more water. By this time my order was ready. It was about 1:15 in the afternoon and the place was fairly crowded. He had gotten a table by himself in the corner. Before leaving the counter I asked the person serving me to put two of the burgers in a separate bag and I walked over to this man and said, "These are for you." I didn't ask him his name or try to engage in any conversation. I wanted this to be as inconspicuous as possible and I turned and walked back to the counter, picked up the two bags and walked out without looking back. I doubt if anyone else noticed. When I got outside I was greeted by another man looking for some cash to get home to Whittier (I gave him $3). I walked over to the car and set the two bags of burgers down. Just as I did that a man named Kenny rode up on a bicycle with two large bags of recyclables. I had given him a pair of shoes a few weeks back. They were already looking pretty thrashed, but they were holding up so far. I gave him a couple of the burgers and commented about the guy sleeping on the other side of the parking lot. He said, "Yeah, he's been there since last night." When I mentioned that he's probably hungry by now, Kenny said, "Yeah, we're all hungry around here." We talked for another minute or so and he went on inside and I walked over to the man sleeping. His name is Antonio and yes he was hungry. He woke up right away when I started talking to him and was thankful for the food. I gave him some water as I drove out of the parking lot. Within about fifteen minutes of arriving downtown I was able to assist four men. The trip was off to a good start!
From that point on the trip slowed down considerably. I always go down a couple of the alleys nearby where I've had the barbecues. One of them had a man named Jose sleeping on the ground. He woke up immediately when I called to him. I asked him if "Necesita comida?" (Do you need food?) and he replied, "Tiene?" (You have some?). While we were having this exchange someone was driving down the alley behind me and they honked their horn at me to hurry up. I'm learning to ignore my immediate feelings to respond in anger because it blows my mood for awhile. I left Jose after giving him some food and water (he was very happy as I drove away). I've mentioned Mary a few times recently. She sits on a corner on 16th St. near Los Angeles St like she's waiting for someone to come by and pick her up (she's been there for several months now). She's always bundled up (because it's cold). She hasn't engaged in much conversation with me, but today she waved to me as I drove by and came over to the car quickly when I stopped. She still wasn't real talkative, but I think she's warming up to me nonetheless. I asked her if she needed anything special and she said "No", she was only looking for shelter. That, by the way, is what most homeless people are looking for.
I drove back over to Alameda St and down near 4th where Robert lives. He had on a new pair of jeans. Someone in the area must have given them to him and I commented how nice he looked in them. I asked if there was anything he needed and he replied in a voice barely above a whisper, "Naw, I'm OK." I told him I loved him and would see him again soon (yes I gave him some food and water too). Around the corner from Robert and a little ways down the street was a man named Deacon sitting on the steps of an industrial building. This is an industrial area and not much is going on there on the weekends. He had his shoes off and was rubbing his feet (probably has athlete's food). He was about to put his socks back on when I pulled up and since I had my window down I asked him if he needed some food. He responded "Oh yeah." to that question so I pulled over to where he was and parked. I gave him some burgers and some water and asked if he needed some new socks. Well, of course, he needed some new socks and as I was getting them out of the trunk he asked, "You don't by chance have some size 12 shoes do you?" I told him, "Yeah, I think I got a pair for you." By the time I left he ended up with new everything except jeans. I gave him shirts, a blanket and even a pillow. He put the new shoes and socks on immediately and talked about what a blessing it was that I came by. I asked him where he was from and he said Moreno Valley. I then asked what brought him out here. He told me that four months ago his wife did something that 'hurt him deeply'. He was devastated and was only now starting to get his mind back together again. We talked for quite awhile about his situation and I acknowledged how hurtful it is. It occurred to me that last summer directly across the street from where we were right then I met a man named Charles from Medford, Texas who told me exactly the same story. The only difference was that Charles' hurtful experience occurred fifteen years before and not four months. That was his response to why he was out in California. You may recall last week I talked about John Mellon and how his girlfriend had left him three months ago and he was still devastated. People can become homeless for a variety of reasons. Some for economic reasons and some for relational reasons. We are all flawed people. Sometimes our flaws manifest in more visible ways than others. Below the surface of peoples lives that we see are their own set of hurts and troubles. My guess is that Mary, whom I spoke of above, has something very similar going on inside her that these men are trying to cope with too. Please pray for their broken and troubled hearts.
The last two men I helped were Michael Wayne under the 4th St bridge (I've helped him many times before) and a man named Nelson from Pasadena. Michael Wayne was in a state of shock over Whitney Houston passing away the night before. While we don't know at this time what the cause of her death is, Michael was using it as a wake-up call to clean-up his act and stay away from the temptations and bad influences that seem to continually plague him. I've been telling him that for the last year and half that I've known him. We'll see if it really hits home this time. Nelson was sleeping on the dock of that cold storage warehouse that I first saw Melvin at a couple of months ago. After helping him with some food, water, socks and a blanket I warned him that Melvin had been arrested for sleeping there because it was private property. When I left him he had laid back down to go to sleep.
When I began this writing I started with the story of Jesus and his exchange with the Pharisees over the 'sinful' woman who poured the expensive oil over his feet. The Pharisees condemned Jesus for associating with the outcasts of society. They felt not only are the outcasts unfit for their attention they are also unworthy of God's care or concern. Jesus said just the opposite is true. These people know they are in desperate need of God's help and are worthy of His care and attention too. It is the same underlying point of the stories of the prodigal son, the woman at the well and Zacheus the tax collector who was up in a tree. God cares and is interested in reaching all of us. My passion and desire (and what I pray for all the time) is to be God's light in the darkest of places. Even on the streets and back alleys of downtown Los Angeles. Until next week. --John
Monday, February 6, 2012
Downtown 2/6/2012
"Blessed are you who are poor, for yours is the kingdom of God. Blessed are you who are hungry now, for you will be filled. Blessed are you who weep now, for you will laugh." --Luke 6:20-21
This was part of the text used in Sunday morning's message at church. It is Luke's parallel version of Matthew's famous Sermon on the Mount passage (Matt 5:3-10). Whenever I read or hear these types of passages in the Bible, I see the faces and names and the alleys where people that I know who are poor and hungry live. Today, even the phrase above about those "who weep" came to mind as I saw one the people I first met downtown on these trips a couple of years ago. His name is John Mellon and for the last year or so he as been cohabitating with a woman named Dawn. When I asked about her today he said she had left him. It had been three months since she left and he was devastated. He told me he had been unable, so far, to get her off his mind. Everywhere he went people would ask about her (like I did) and so many places and things would remind him of her that life was one continual sad day. Well, we've all been there before and can identify with his hurt feelings. Part of the time I spent with him today was just letting him blow off steam with someone who was safe to talk to. Like I said, John was one of the first people I got to know downtown. He was also one of the very few people who originally refused my offer to pray for them. However, when he was with Dawn that changed and I was able to pray with both of them several times. Today, was the first time I prayed with just the two of us. Sometimes when we are in a situation like his our minds get 'stuck' and fixated on our loss and it is only with new experiences and acquaintances that get us moving forward again. This is what I asked God to do for John. I found John in a location that I'd never seen him in before. I'll watch for him in the weeks to come. I remember the first time I met up with him after he hooked up with Dawn. He was so excited and happy. Please pray now, for his broken heart.
Shortly before Christmas I met a man named Mark living under the freeway by Central Ave. I had seen him a couple of weeks in a row and then from Christmas Day on I haven't seen him....until today. He was just about in the same spot as before and sitting with a couple of young Latino men. Mark is African American, yet he knows enough Spanish to converse with these men and he was able to tell them about me and let them know that I am there to help people just like them. One of the men was Jaime Hernandez and the other I only got the last name of Lopez. Mark told me that he had given up ever seeing me again, although he admitted that he had just been thinking of me when I pulled up. Mark is a pretty good sized guy and wears size 13 shoes. He was ecstatic when I pulled out a brand new pair of size 13's. I was able to provide shoes and socks for all three men, and warm clothing and a couple of blankets for them too. I also had three caps with ear covers and some gloves for each of them too. When I prayed for them I just held out my hands towards them and started praying. All three of them reached up to hold my hands while I prayed. His Holy Presence was there and I was blessed.
The last couple of men I was able to help with food and water were Ron from Michigan and Jorge. I then headed over to Cloud Nine Alley and one of my old friends Ray was back there. He had been in jail for the last 90 days on a parole violation. I was out of hamburgers, but I did have some cheese crackers left and some water. All the stuff he had in his 'place' was gone. He had only been back since last Wednesday. I gave him some socks and a couple of t-shirts too. It was good to see him again. The Bible passage above talks about the 'poor' being blessed. These homeless people are people of worth. I am blessed to know them. Until next week. John
This was part of the text used in Sunday morning's message at church. It is Luke's parallel version of Matthew's famous Sermon on the Mount passage (Matt 5:3-10). Whenever I read or hear these types of passages in the Bible, I see the faces and names and the alleys where people that I know who are poor and hungry live. Today, even the phrase above about those "who weep" came to mind as I saw one the people I first met downtown on these trips a couple of years ago. His name is John Mellon and for the last year or so he as been cohabitating with a woman named Dawn. When I asked about her today he said she had left him. It had been three months since she left and he was devastated. He told me he had been unable, so far, to get her off his mind. Everywhere he went people would ask about her (like I did) and so many places and things would remind him of her that life was one continual sad day. Well, we've all been there before and can identify with his hurt feelings. Part of the time I spent with him today was just letting him blow off steam with someone who was safe to talk to. Like I said, John was one of the first people I got to know downtown. He was also one of the very few people who originally refused my offer to pray for them. However, when he was with Dawn that changed and I was able to pray with both of them several times. Today, was the first time I prayed with just the two of us. Sometimes when we are in a situation like his our minds get 'stuck' and fixated on our loss and it is only with new experiences and acquaintances that get us moving forward again. This is what I asked God to do for John. I found John in a location that I'd never seen him in before. I'll watch for him in the weeks to come. I remember the first time I met up with him after he hooked up with Dawn. He was so excited and happy. Please pray now, for his broken heart.
Shortly before Christmas I met a man named Mark living under the freeway by Central Ave. I had seen him a couple of weeks in a row and then from Christmas Day on I haven't seen him....until today. He was just about in the same spot as before and sitting with a couple of young Latino men. Mark is African American, yet he knows enough Spanish to converse with these men and he was able to tell them about me and let them know that I am there to help people just like them. One of the men was Jaime Hernandez and the other I only got the last name of Lopez. Mark told me that he had given up ever seeing me again, although he admitted that he had just been thinking of me when I pulled up. Mark is a pretty good sized guy and wears size 13 shoes. He was ecstatic when I pulled out a brand new pair of size 13's. I was able to provide shoes and socks for all three men, and warm clothing and a couple of blankets for them too. I also had three caps with ear covers and some gloves for each of them too. When I prayed for them I just held out my hands towards them and started praying. All three of them reached up to hold my hands while I prayed. His Holy Presence was there and I was blessed.
The last couple of men I was able to help with food and water were Ron from Michigan and Jorge. I then headed over to Cloud Nine Alley and one of my old friends Ray was back there. He had been in jail for the last 90 days on a parole violation. I was out of hamburgers, but I did have some cheese crackers left and some water. All the stuff he had in his 'place' was gone. He had only been back since last Wednesday. I gave him some socks and a couple of t-shirts too. It was good to see him again. The Bible passage above talks about the 'poor' being blessed. These homeless people are people of worth. I am blessed to know them. Until next week. John
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