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Saturday, January 26, 2013 || 5:50 PM
Like a breath of fresh air
I breathe.
There it is, I find relief.
My mind clears, my brows relax.
Thank you, thank you.
I've done it again.
We must go live to feed the hungry
Saturday, January 12, 2013 || 8:12 PM
I was sitting this morning in Tim Hortons eating breakfast, sitting by the window facing the front.
There was a homeless man with a sign and a cup for spare change outside, begging near the door.
At first I thought nothing of it. There are so many homeless people on the streets; I see this everyday. But for some reason, I felt really horrible.
I guess because I was sitting there for a long time, observing him for a long time. I watched as people passed him, avoided him, walked away.
And I felt horrible.
Then after a while, I looked up again. This time, he had a big smile on his face as a child walked away from him. He was holding a donut with rainbow sprinkles. The child had given him a vanilla dip donut.
It was at this point, I think, that I started crying. Would it really be that hard to give a homeless man some spare change? One who is in so much need of something that I, in comparison, have so much of? What is two, three, four dollars to me? and what is that to him?
I felt horrible.
Who am I to call myself a follower of Christ? When in so many instances in the Bible, God calls us to help the poor.
Proverbs 14:31 He who oppresses the poor shows contempt for their Maker, but whoever is kind to the needy honours God.
In the end, I exited Tim Hortons, passed the man, avoided his gaze, and walked away.
