After dropping my daughter off at school one morning I felt an urge to not go home right away. I drove around looking for a place a friend told me about. I couldn’t find it but soon came to a small park where I saw some homeless people.
“All they asked was that we should continue to remember the poor…” ~ Galations 2:10
Immediately the Holy Spirit filled me with compassion and love. “Okay, God,” I answered. So, that morning I had the pleasure of hanging out with seven of our local homeless.
I went to the two men at the benches first. Kevin just turned fifty. He sat with his heart monitor at his side. He had a successful flooring company with fifteen employees before the economy crashed years ago. “I owned three homes,” he told me. Then his seizures started. He said the doctors won’t let him work and the state denied him disability. He pointed at the public bathroom and told me he had a seizure in there and if his friend hadn’t found him he would have died right there on the bathroom floor. He mostly stays with his brother in Aguanga but comes to Temecula for two weeks at a time to check on his friends. He pulled his Bible out of his backpack and told me he reads it daily, and then he grabbed his wooden cross necklace and said, “I’m no preacher, but I try to plant seeds.”
Gene was in his fifties and in a wheelchair with a foot injury. He was embarrassed by the dirt on his jeans. He told me he didn’t understand the rich, “Those with twenty rooms in their house for three people and then they complain about life. They just don’t know,” he said. He’s had many things happen in his life that he doesn’t understand. Like when he hurt his foot and ran out of supplies from the ER and all of a sudden a man showed up with a bag full of cleansing wipes, bandages, and other things he needed. “And then right now,” he said, as he grabbed his water bottle and motioned toward me, “I was feeling so hot and thirsty and then you came along with cold water and Gatorade. I just don’t get it.” I smiled and told him God loves him and was supplying his basic needs. “I don’t know, but it makes me wonder.” I hope he keeps wondering. When I told him I would be back from time to time he said I didn’t have to bring him food or water, just conversation is nice because he’s usually ignored.
I prayed for them, for safety and protection, and then Kevin prayed for me and my family.
I headed over to the five that were sitting in front of the bathrooms. They were in their early twenties. I only heard one story before the police came to arrest one of them and told the others to pack it up and leave. Drew has been homeless since he was fifteen. He left his home in Oklahoma because his parents were cooking meth. He was a happy young man with a huge smile despite being homeless. He would love a tent or some bike parts and tools so he can repair their bikes. “Those tangible things are more valuable than being given money,” he said.
Then Sarah. It was her boyfriend the police were arresting. She was very guarded and looked at me like I had some ulterior motive. She wouldn’t speak to me except to say her name. I could tell she’s been hurt traumatically. She didn’t trust me at all; I doubt she trusts anyone. She did allow me to hug her and I told her that Jesus loves her so much.
As they were packing up and the officers were waiting for them to leave, I told the group that God loves them and I would be praying for them. The other girl there hung onto every word and said, “Thank you,” with tears in her eyes. While I walked to my car a familiar feeling came over me. It is a high I can’t explain – pure love in my inmost being, like the Holy Spirit is rushing through my veins, and I experience Jesus in an amazing way. Again, I have received more than I gave to those I just spent time with.
“The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of these the least of My brethren, you did for Me.’ “~ Matthew 25:40
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