THE PEOPLE WHOM COME.
I confess, I’m not in the poorest part of town. Here, even the homeless drink specialty coffee from these over priced shops. But these tough times are hitting below everyone’s belt. I see well seniored people as well young couples with Two or Three young children.
When I see the younger population sitting down to eat, I am both elated with the fact that they can take an advantage of the ocation to eat a hot meal and concerned at what has brought them it dine most often with complete strangers. in the case of teenagers (some of whom I knew before), there is a recurring theme, they won’t submit to the authority of their perennial figures (exodus 29:12). For them, I can only pray for the Lord to protect them even though he doesn’t cross their minds.
I’m concerned for the young couples whom come to eat with their children. It fills me with joy, but I can feel their apprehension. Eating with a group of strangers, exposing their children to this strange environment. Perhaps separate arrangements might be made.
Twisted within this subculture is drug use among many. Buying, selling, using. Its hard not to turn a deaf ear or blind eye. Myself; having never done drugs without a prescription or exceeded the limits for over the counter medication; cast a less than favorable eye on those whom abuse these things. I understand the need to escape the moment, but I don’t understand the need to feel like crap when its all done. A life filled with the normal ups and down is occupying enough without adding chemically induced peeks and valleys. The government tries to monitor some of its beneficiary recipients, but this has its flaws. Up front, I have no answers nor suggestions, but this is an issue in itself and must be addressed by each individual on a per case basis.
In short; the homeless population is given to the same strengths and weaknesses as all other demo graphs. As the family of God, we can provide food and services it improve the quality of life, but until the person is ready to actively change for the better, they will remain in the same perpetuating rut. Let us all pray for those less fortunate than ourselves.
SPOTLIGHT
Its difficult to single out and one person among such a large and diverse group of people, so I want to take this moment to recognize all the people out there whom want to make a difference in their life and the lives of others around them.
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A recent event has caused me to say, “Now ain’t that fine kettle of fish”. A small church in the South Bay area of Los Angles County was moved to help the people in their community. Use full services like dental screening or information on anger management classes to a DJ for the entertainment. They passed out bags of food and had a BBQ. What concerns me is that one person of a group of the populous which is often over looked or forgotten (homeless); can find room for prejudice. One thing I have learned is there is little room for racial or gender discrimination. Though one or both can be argued with biblical support (we find most references in the Old Testament bible times), The New Testament puts things on a more equal footing with God accepting the Gentiles and being evenly yoked. I thought prejudice died with my Grandmother (a woman with family ties to “The South” and a long standing belief in national purity). Are we as a people still racially divided? As a member of Gods family, I’d hope not.
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Greetings and Thanks from Mr. Henry Q. Snowball Esq.
It is with great joy, I am here to take a brief moment to thank you for your love and generosity. When I was found, I was a starving Ferrell cat just days away from passing on to the great field above. But you had compassion for me and with the actions of a few kind people, I’m on the road to recovery. I didn’t care much for the doctors visit; but I feel better; I can even eat dry food now. I enjoyed the bachelor pad, no one to fight with for food and water. I miss the litter box, sure better than “roughing it”. Even the medicine wasn’t too bad. Unfortunately check out time came much too soon. Would you believe me if I said I am still sick (cough, cough, wink), didn’t think you would. All good things must come to an end; “Arrivederci mio amico, Goodbye my friend”. Oh, who am I kidding, I live under the house. I know when I have it good. I have plenty of wet/dry food, water, I even get pulled chicken and the wayward mouse. I’m camera shy, but I will send a picture as soon as I can. I thank you from the top of my ears to the tip of my tail for all the love you have given to me and all my extended family.
With Love,
Henry Q. Snowball Esq.
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Over the past few weeks I’ve been observing some of the aspects of homeless life. Though this isn’t “skid row”, homeless people can be found where ever you go. Keep in mind that not every homeless person is because they want to be. Since I have niether the expierance nor the resources, I’m portraying a very narrow view taken from the segment which might be refured to as the lower middle class. Many of the homeless people whom I know are on a fixed income (and dropping), storage locker, live in their car and travel a circut if you will of free food locations.
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July 20, 2009 11:06 pm | 
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