Recently while in Las Vegas I had the pleasure of having breakfast with a homeless man. My heart aches when I see people who don’t have a place to go. I have been made aware that many people do not feel as I do (please don’t email me and tell me they should get a job. Heard it.)
It is not my place to judge someone for the choices they made to be on the street, or perhaps the choices made for them. It is easy enough to do, judging. Perhaps I would not want someone peering into me deep enough to decide that the choices I have made warrant the consequences received (or spared). Being on the streets no matter what the reason isn’t fun. I can only imagine the despair one must feel to have come so low.
It is not just the homeless of course. It makes us uncomfortable to look deeply. My place is to try to see people, on this particular morning I noticed people staring at Patrick with disgust. He was elderly, certainly filthy and perhaps reaping the fruit of many bad decisions. All that made me indignant enough to share a table with him. Let them look.
I debated sharing this. It would never be my intent to sound proud for doing such a small act. It isn’t about me. I get it wrong too. However, if I want to show the love of Jesus, shouldn’t it make my heart ache for people in need? This time was very important to me because maybe, just maybe, Patrick felt as though he was seen as a person-with thoughts, feelings and needs.
Life will go on, and Patrick and I might forget each other. But who knows? We never know what an impact one moment could make. In my life there have been moments, little thought of by the other party but life changing for me. We never know, so I will continue to try and see people. I hope it is a lesson I never forget.