Homelessness
Finding Christ in the Unexpected: Loving Our Unhoused Neighbors
This is a common sight in San Diego; we are a city surrounded by palm trees and tent encampments. There are over 1,500 unhoused people living downtown alone, with many more in residential neighborhoods. It’s not unusual to see half a dozen folks sleeping on sidewalks in the mile it takes me to drive to Target. That Christmas day, I had in my hands the remnants of my own personal privilege: a mountain of discarded boxes from toys we were adding to our already-full toy area. This was the thought I was chewing on when the man interrupted his song to say “Merry Christmas” to me. In my own discomfort, I hurried past him, and turned the corner toward the dumpster before I whispered “Merry Christmas” back to him—a useless reply he never heard.
(Sarah K Butterfield/Red Letter Christians 11/29/23)
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This is a common sight in San Diego; we are a city surrounded by palm trees and tent encampments. There are over 1,500 unhoused people living downtown alone, with many more in residential neighborhoods. It’s not unusual to see half a dozen folks sleeping on sidewalks in the mile it takes me to drive to Target. That Christmas day, I had in my hands the remnants of my own personal privilege: a mountain of discarded boxes from toys we were adding to our already-full toy area. This was the thought I was chewing on when the man interrupted his song to say “Merry Christmas” to me. In my own discomfort, I hurried past him, and turned the corner toward the dumpster before I whispered “Merry Christmas” back to him—a useless reply he never heard.
(Sarah K Butterfield/Red Letter Christians 11/29/23)
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