tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849039810061411241.post4109275755453209811..comments2024-03-26T06:16:09.695-04:00Comments on Harvesting The Fruits of Contemplation : No Good Samaritan Here!Michael Seagriffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11776200452901461059noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849039810061411241.post-8151738900086531622012-10-15T16:31:03.581-04:002012-10-15T16:31:03.581-04:00I obsess all the time about what to do when I see ...I obsess all the time about what to do when I see the homeless. A handout is too easy to misuse, and isn't it just another way to keep the distance between me and them, anyway? But my children the other day taught me something amazing: they were waving and yelling "Hi" at the men standing at the intersection of the highway. At that moment I understood, 100%, what Jesus meant when he said we had to have faith like children.Kathleen Basihttp://www.kathleenbasi.com/blognoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3849039810061411241.post-50849532121047545472012-10-14T09:22:03.550-04:002012-10-14T09:22:03.550-04:00"God have mercy on me a sinner."
I pref..."God have mercy on me a sinner."<br /><br />I prefer suburban churches for this very reason, driving comfortably from home to parking lot, not walking past any homeless. I wasn't aware of my preference until I attended a noon service in a moderately-sized city at a church which offered a lunchtime soup kitchen. The needy were thick along the fence, in line, as I brushed past them with prayerbook in hand, on my way inside to kneel and pray. It's so awkward I haven't been back, but I thank God the church was serving them.<br /><br />Peace.Moonshadowhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11277057132720569896noreply@blogger.com