By Jim Somerville at Ethics Daily
I see them shuffle in on Wednesday mornings when I volunteer. If it’s been either a hot, muggy night or a bitterly cold one or the rain has been pouring down outside, it can break your heart.
They take their seats with a sigh, remove their hats out of respect and wait for me to say whatever I’m going to say so that, afterward, they can get a cup of coffee and a pastry and wait for someone to call their number for a shower.
Sometimes when I mention the homeless in a sermon, someone will tell me afterward that they’ve had a bad experience with a panhandler who only wanted the money to buy alcohol, an experience that has made them suspicious of all such people.
I’ve had an encounter with a neighbor of the church who wondered why we let those people into our building at all.
“I used to live near a church in another neighborhood,” he said. “They didn’t always have homeless people hanging around.”
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