Good Afternoon, God!
I haven’t written for almost one month! Yikes! Not because I haven’t had lots to talk about but because I have had so MUCH to talk about! Every time I sat down to chat with You I would start one topic only to have five more want attention. My mind was a jumble.
A phrase that came to me yesterday: The Words needed to Heal the World are not so much the words that are spoken but the words that are heard. Oh, God, we are not hearing each other! Sigh, we are not even hearing ourselves. In fact, I feel that those of us in our Western World have become numb to our feelings — especially the feelings at our extremities.
Hmm. Isn’t that a definition of leprosy? Peripheral nerves that are not able to feel our nose and toes — and fingers, even? And if we cannot feel them — then we cannot protect or care for them.
Honolulu is dealing — or not dealing — with a growing number of homeless folks. These are people at the extremities of our affluent society. They are homeless for a variety of reasons. Some are just recently homeless . . . some are long term homeless. Some are working. Some have families. Yet, how tempting to lump them all together as “The Homeless.” And after they have been lumped and labeled then they don’t need to be named . . . or helped . . . or cared for.
Indeed, once folks are labeled it becomes easier and easier to dismiss them — easier to believe they are homeless due to drugs or mental illness or character flaws. And once we have decided it is “Their Fault” then we can “wash our hands” and go back to not feeling and not seeing.
Today, God, I promised to write my city councilman and mayor. Please help me do that! Thank You! I did!
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