Serving the Homeless
Last year, I told the story of "The Not So Good Samaritan." I ignored a homeless person at Yankee Stadium that day and it affected me greatly the next few days and months. It had me thinking about serving and what God has truly called us to be ... servants.Today for the first time, I got out of my comfort zone and went with my friend Eugene to a local soup kitchen to serve and fellowship with the homeless.
This was truly a humbling experience for me. We handed out bottles of water and spoke with many of those waiting for a meal, sharing stories and a few laughs. They were grateful to have someone to talk to, someone who cared and someone to just pay attention to what they were saying.As I stood and listened to their stories of living in tents, walking the streets, not knowing where the next day would take them, I couldn't help but think how grateful I was to have the life I live.
How God has blessed me beyond measure. That I can come to my house, stay cool on this hot day and if I'm hungry, eat something in my house, or just go out and have dinner at a restaurant.I also realized that every single person standing in line waiting for that meal at the soup kitchen is loved by God. He does not look differently on any man or woman.
They deserve to be loved and cared for just like all of us. Each of them have their story and their personal life song that they sing. We are all God's children and he commands us to love and serve those that are less fortunate than ourselves. I'm grateful that I don't have to worry about where my next meal is coming from. But I'm also thankful that Eugene brought me out of my comfort zone today and showed me that there are people who are in need and that our job, (ALL OF US) is to answer that call.