You know it’s not a crime to be homeless, right? It’s also not a crime to be homeless and have your children with you.
When does it become a crime? Is it when the mother has been kicked out of a garage with two girls and have no place to go? Is it when they have no way to transport their personal items and no place to put them. Is it when there is no money for anything?
You put them in a motel for three nights, give them $50 for some food at the local gas station grocery store, and get the girls to school wearing the same clothes they slept in. You call Child Protection Services and wait. You pray help comes.
Since the weather will be warm tomorrow, we’ll work on a nice cold chicken salad with fresh bell pepper, artichoke dressing, onions and celery, fresh cooked carrots, slider rolls, orange slices, lettuce and romaine salad. We have new servers every week and they get a glimpse of the faceless part of our community, and often voiceless.
Grandmothers with young grandchildren, single parts, lonely adults, some on the streets, some almost there. Our goal is to serve them cheerfully with a generous and nutritious meal. We simply let them know this meal is for them and they are important. I so thank the Presbyterian Church for their willingness to let us use their kitchen. We make such a mess. However, at the end of the night, you would not know we were there.
Come visit us sometime. It’s a miracle every week.