Today is the Day the Lord Has Made. Let Us Rejoice and Be Glad in It! Every Saturday, rain, shine, hurricane, or not, Pastor Rick Henson is there on Winnie Street with his band of parishioners, singing praises, handing out donated clothing, shoes, and food; lots and lots of food; both Spiritual and Physical for any who wander by. And there are hundreds arriving; bringing donations, serving food, joining in prayer and ministry to the lost, the forgotten, the homeless, sick and forsaken.
The parking lot is full. There are people there that you can tell have been on the streets for years and there are those who are quite obviously new to this life. They look sort of stunned and nervous and I see that those who know their way around come to them and take them under their wing. There are elderly people, people on crutches and in tattered wheelchairs. There are mothers with their children; some have brought their children to help serve, others are there to receive.
One young man steps up to the microphone where Pastor Rick has been preaching and praying and shares several poems he has written. They are about being alone..but you’re not; about abandonment…but you’re not. They are sad poems that offer encouragement while they acknowledge the difficulty of the journey. They are written by someone who has been
on this journey and found peace to protect him from his reality.
There is an elderly man sitting under the tent listening. He begins to bow his head but he keeps going. A man comes over to him and helps him back into his chair. Soon an ambulance arrives and the man helps him walk over. He is in there for a while but eventually he walks out and is helped into a raggedy old car that has arrived for him. I have to wonder if he will arrive home safe or whether he even has a home to go to. He is one of the forgotten and his new family will do the best they can.