She’s a pretty girl. Talented, gifted, friendly, outgoing; yet, lonely, troubled, and searching! She’s willing to tell her story, and it’s full of life events that causes her plenty of grief. If you want to see more pictures, search “Invisible Humans” on Facebook. Like the Page and let me know what you think!
As we prepare to celebrate and remember the lives of our Veteran’s tomorrow (both fallen and living), I think of an image of a strong soldier who gave their lives away to defend our country and give us freedom. Someone who has returned (no matter how many years ago) and now has the good life of recognition and satisfaction from their service. OK, that’s a pretty common picture we have in our heads, but let us not forget those that served that don’t fit that profile. What about the alcoholic who now sleeps on the streets of Toronto? Or the prostitute who makes her living selling herself to survive and pay her bills? Or the man in Chicago, Detroit, or Tampa who sleeps anywhere he can find a place to lay his head? These are all images of our Veteran’s…our Hero’s who gave themselves to protect us. They are humiliated, spat on, deprived, shunned, hungry, impoverished, and largely ignored. Maybe next time you see a homeless addict you might remember that many of them sacrificed themselves for you and me?
In the very bitter cold city of Detroit (January 20th), I found cats everywhere that had been abandoned. After dark (when there was no where else to go), I found guys like JT walking the cold streets….doing whatever he could to remain warm through the night. Abandoned? Maybe/Maybe not. Regardless, a well spoken man with a kind heart, lonely and struggling to get through the impossible….live another night in Detroit as a homeless man in sub freezing temps. It seemed the cats actually had better conditions and received greater compassion from those crossing their paths in the streets. It’s so easy to pass these people by and ignore them as it was their problems that got them on the streets anyway. Or was it their choice (or maybe their circumstances)? The next time you pass one “of the least of these,” maybe a heart of compassion to at least speak to them, offer a smile, or pray for them, would help in this terrible plight? Someone had set out all the food a cat could want in the streets of the city, but the people go hungry each day. Let’s never forget how privileged we are and remember in our disgust for the homeless, they are people too! Jesus was homeless…could He be “disguised as one of the least of these?”