We spent a night on the River Walk – dreamy at Christmas. The lights! Throngs of revelers. The hungry.
I’m in a season of awareness – new eyes for the poor – the hungry – the hopeless. And it’s awful. And wonderful.
This morning at the McDonalds near the Alamo, we mingled with the homeless. Phil, explaining to Denver why the woman with no shoes likely could not wear them…the swelling…the pain. Sigh. And us…warm, well fed…there to celebrate.
And fighting the guilt. The guilt over only giving half my bacon to the dude by the church cause…damn it-I love bacon and I splurged on FOUR pieces. And my stinky attitude over giving away the cash we’d saved for this night…saved to spend on ourselves. Stupid hungry people!
And the realization that if we only give money, we’ve given too little. The hungry will be hungry again. So what can we give that sustains… through the pangs hunger? What to give?
As for me and my house, we give eye contact. We give conversation. We give touch. And we offer Jesus…our very real hope. And we pray for those in need. ❤️