Today at the Food Pantry, a homeless person that comes regularly said something that disturbed me. He said, “God loves winners…look at me, I am poor and homeless. God doesn’t love me.” What he said made me pause. What should I say to him? What is going through my heart? I didn’t want to say anything patronizing or give excuses. All I could say to him today was that I am here and love him and hope that he can see and feel the love from the people of the Food Pantry. I opened my arms and we hugged. I don’t know what the right answer was today except to be present. Maybe that’s all I could do…to be present and show first hand that someone cared for him.
Meditation: How would we answer a homeless person that doesn’t think that God loves the homeless?