I've mentioned previously that I never had time for service; I gave through monetary donation; it was enough to ease my conscience. I contributed, right? I'm not saying that money does not do a great deal of good; obviously its necessary. But involvement requires personal commitment; putting yourself "out there" in a place that's just not as cozy as you might be used to. And that was me today. Definitely not cozy.
Other people's misfortunes have always made me sad. Just reading about them can put me over, so imagine my reaction to confronting it first hand. The group of women I had the privilege of serving today were not so easily recognizable as "homeless" at first glance. I've seen women like these in stores and passed them on the street. Poor, yes, but nothing about them that shouted "I'm homeless". One begged me to cut her hair and nearly cried when we set up a station for impromptu hair cuts. (Thanks to a talented volunteer who had the foresight to bring her scissors!) A trim and a braid had these women glowing. And I agonize over style!
But, the most disconcerting was the children. Did I not know that children were homeless? Was I thinking there was always a grandparent or relative to take the kids, or what? So today my heart was touched by "Faith", a young girl with lots of energy and curiosity. A little girl who just kept telling me how hungry she was, and who, when held, would not let go. Who when I asked if she wanted to sing, told me she knew no songs. But when I sang softly as I held her and swayed to the music playing, she relaxed and let her eyes close until time for lunch. Faith. Her name. Coincidence? Irony? Or perhaps a reminder for her and me of the greatest Gift and faith is our only pre-requisite to receive it.


