Feb 26, God N’ Dogs - Our Humble Attempt to Change the World
To set the tone and allow you into my head a bit, not that anybody would want to be there, I am listening to Arvo Part’s Magnificat as I write this.
I wrote a couple weeks ago about how cold of a night we had. Last night, Feb 26th, was much colder! The cold made for a short night out on the street, mostly because it was so cold that we only had about 30 folks show up to the feed. However, those who did make it out received a special treat! I made chilli from the deer that our friends from Sharron Springs gave us! We served it with cheese in a cup or as a great topping for the hot dogs! Even with the small turnout, we ran out of chili.
Some old friends were out to see us last night. One is a guy that has been a part of our outreach for many years. Seeing him stirred up a lot of old memories and also a lot of emotion. He was intoxicated last night after 5 months or so of sobriety. There is no judgement here, and there never should be. Only sadness and hurt. Alcoholism has plagued our friend much of his life and our team has witnessed the back and forth struggle that he has gone through. The system has helped in detox and even placement off of the streets, but where the system fails him is in the lack of community surrounding him to give that vital support and stability that is needed in every addicts life to maintain sobriety.
I am excited to be working with Rock and Roll because that is a main goal of building this community. We want to surround people with what a government or any other kind of system cannot provide. We want to build what the church has failed to do in many respects. A place where people can live life together. I am happy that for the first time in the 7 years I have done street outreach, I am with folks and have a plan to offer real physical solutions to many of the problems that we face on the streets. I am a believer that in offering and working towards the restoration of human dignity to the “least of these”, we are pointing folks towards the Living Bread.
By now, most people I come in contact with know that I am involved in street outreach. So I do not hear all of the condescending and harsh talk about the homeless and less fortunate in our community. I do, however, remember where I came from. The preconceptions that I held and those of the crowd with which I ran. Thanks to the internet and local media, I also read a steady stream of the misconceptions and judgements. These things sadden me, and when it comes to the “christian” community, it angers me at the same time. Our american society has labeled everyone. If you are successful, you are a winner. If you are not successful, you are a loser. Even if no one has said so much, that title is still carried if you are on the margins of society. In medieval europe they had a different term that was used for those on the fringes of society. It was “unfortunates”. They recognized in that term that it usually isn’t the individual’s fault for their standing in society. Hard workers and people with great ideas often times fail because of reasons outside of their control. I know that this is an oversimplification, but I believe it is a mindset and language that we must spread.
I am going to leave you with this quote from the aforementioned composer:
“There is a good rule in spiritual life, which we all forget continually, that you must see more of your own sins than other people’s.(...) So I think everyone must say to himself, ‘We must change our thinking.’ We cannot see what is in the heart of another person. Maybe he is a holy man, and I can see only that he is wearing a wrong jacket.”