Tag Archive | Homeless

Doing What’s Right

…Stop doing wrong, learn to do right! Seek justice, encourage the oppressed. Defend the cause of the fatherless, plead the case of the widow. Isaiah 1:16b-17

Hmmm…sounds easy; Right..WRONG!!!

Doing what’s right doesn’t come natural. It is a learned trait and requires a lot of practice. To learn to do right is to carry out the remainder of the scripture…

Seek Justice 

To defend and promote ones honor. Righting the wrongs of the world; ensuring…

  • that people receive their “fair share” of the goods available;
  • that people receive “fair treatment” from society’s institutions;
  • that people’s actions conform to rules of “fair play”;
  • and that any injustices are adequately addressed.

 Encourage the Oppressed

Delivering encouragement to those who are hurting or down on their luck by…

  • speaking kindness over their lives
  • giving them a hand up
  • showing compassion
  • making eye contact
  • delivering a smile
  • letting them know you are praying for them

Delivering encouragement differs from enabling or rescuing on in need. Encouragement is offered to promote independence not dependence and it empowers one to take control of their own life.

Defend the Cause of the Fatherless

There are many ways to care for orphans.  You can…

  • adopt
  • donate to organizations that assist adoptive parents
  • volunteer at an orphanage
  • sponsor a child through Compassion (many children who are put up for adoption are not orphans-but their families just can’t afford to provide for their basic needs

Plead the Case of the Widow

Being a widow can be so incredibly hard. To have had the love of a man and the relationship that was built on that love suddenly snatched from you can be all but devastating. A widow is bombarded with a grief, loneliness, and desperation at times. What should we as Christians do? We can…

  • visit often
  • help with household maintenance and upkeep
  • assist with yard work
  • call and check up often
  • send cards

Doing what is right is not easy, it is not convenient, and it takes time and commitment. At times we must put our personal goals and objectives aside and love unconditionally.  

Are You Doing What’s Right?

Love Lee ♥

Do You Pick and Choose?

 Isn’t it a shame we live in a society that is driven by popularity, social status, and physical appearance? We are judgemental and conceited; picking and choosing our friends based on social norms; wanting nothing to do with those that do not fit our “little mold”.

You say “Oh, I’m not like that” and I say…

“OH REALLY; Let’s Test That Theory…”

When is the last time you…

  • Hugged a derelict
  • Invited co-worker to your home for dinner
  • Asked a person that wasn’t in your clique to have lunch with you
  • Loaned or gave money to the man on the street corner
  • Bought a cupcake at a bake sale put on by a different denomination
  • Tolerated the person driving 55 in a 65 mph zone
  • Offered to let someone go ahead of you in the grocery store check-out
  • Spoke kind words to the person that seems to be taking their sweet time waiting on you
  • Congratulated a co-worker on receiving the promotion you wanted

Need I say more?

When you get alone before the Lord do you ask Him to teach you to love others? I do…but fall short at times when He calls me to love the unlovely. To love the unlovely might mean we:

  • We are judged and ridiculed by others
  • Go without something we think we “NEED”
  • Are not the center of attention
  • Have to be delayed or inconvenienced
  • Have to humble ourselves

Loving the unlovely is not easy but Jesus did. He was a friend to the poor and a friend to sinners. We are instructed to be tolerant of people and love the unlovely…feed the poor and friend the sinner…

I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.Matthew 25:40 (NIV)

Aren’t you glad Jesus doesn’t pick and choose…You just might not have made the cut!!!

Love Lee ♥

Daniel’s Gloves

I received this story from a very dear friend via email. As I sat and read it, tears were rolling down my cheeks. If we could only be as humble as Daniel…

Daniel’s Gloves

I sat, with two friends, in the picture window of a quaint restaurant just off the corner of the town-square. The food and the company were both especially good that day. 

As we talked, my attention was drawn outside, across the street. There, walking into town, was a man who appeared to be carrying all his worldly goods on his back. He was carrying, a well-worn sign that read, ‘I will work for food.’ My heart sank. 

I brought him to the attention of my friends and noticed that others around us had stopped eating to focus on him. Heads moved in a mixture of sadness and disbelief. 

We continued with our meal, but his image lingered in my mind. We finished our meal and went our separate ways. I had errands to do and quickly set out to accomplish them. I glanced toward the town square, looking somewhat halfheartedly for the strange visitor. I was fearful, knowing that seeing him again would call some response. I drove through town and saw nothing of him. I made some purchases at a store and got back in my car. 

Deep within me, the Spirit of God kept speaking to me: ‘Don’t go back to the office until you’ve at least driven once more around the square.’ 

Then with some hesitancy, I headed back into town. As I turned the square’s third corner, I saw him. He was standing on the steps of the church, going through his sack. 

I stopped and looked; feeling both compelled to speak to him, yet wanting to drive on. The empty parking space on the corner seemed to be a sign from God: an invitation to park. I pulled in, got out and approached the town’s newest visitor. 

‘Looking for the pastor?’ I asked. 

‘Not really,’ he replied, ‘just resting’ 

‘Have you eaten today?’ 

‘Oh, I ate something early this morning.’ 

‘Would you like to have lunch with me?’ 

‘Do you have some work I could do for you?’ 

‘No work,’ I replied ‘I commute here to work from the city, but I would like to take you to lunch.’ 

‘Sure,’ he replied with a smile. 

As he began to gather his things, I asked some surface questions. Where you headed?

‘St. Louis ‘ 

 ‘Where you from?’ 

‘Oh, all over; mostly Florida ..’ 

‘How long you been walking?’ 

‘Fourteen years,’ came the reply. 

I knew I had met someone unusual. We sat across from each other in the same restaurant I had left earlier. His face was weathered slightly beyond his 38 years. His eyes were dark yet clear, and he spoke with an eloquence and articulation that was startling He removed his jacket to reveal a bright red T-shirt that said, ‘Jesus is The Never Ending Story.’ 

Then Daniel’s story began to unfold. He had seen rough times early in life. He’d made some wrong choices and reaped the consequences.. Fourteen years earlier, while backpacking across the country, he had stopped on the beach in Daytona…. He tried to hire on with some men who were putting up a large tent and some equipment. A concert, he thought. 

He was hired, but the tent would not house a concert but revival services, and in those services he saw life more clearly. He gave his life over to God 

‘Nothing’s been the same since,’ he said, ‘I felt the Lord telling me to keep walking, and so I did, some 14 years now.’ 

‘Ever think of stopping?’ I asked. 

‘Oh, once in a while, when it seems to get the best of me But God has given me this calling. I give out Bibles That’s what’s in my sack. I work to buy food and Bibles, and I give them out when His Spirit leads.’ 

I sat amazed. My homeless friend was not homeless. He was on a mission and lived this way by choice. The question burned inside for a moment and then I asked: ‘What’s it like?’ 


‘To walk into a town carrying all your things on your back and to show your sign?’ 

‘Oh, it was humiliating at first. People would stare and make comments. Once someone tossed a piece of half-eaten bread and made a gesture that certainly didn’t make me feel welcome. But then it became humbling to realize that God was using me to touch lives and change people’s concepts of other folks like me.’ 

My concept was changing, too. We finished our dessert and gathered his things. Just outside the door, he paused He turned to me and said, ‘Come Ye blessed of my Father and inherit the kingdom I’ve prepared for you. For when I was hungry you gave me food, when I was thirsty you gave me drink, a stranger and you took me in.’ 

I felt as if we were on holy ground. ‘Could you use another Bible?’ I asked. 

He said he preferred a certain translation. It traveled well and was not too heavy. It was also his personal favorite.. ‘I’ve read through it 14 times,’ he said. 

‘I’m not sure we’ve got one of those, but let’s stop by our church and see’ I was able to find my new friend a Bible that would do well, and he seemed very grateful. 

‘Where are you headed from here?’ I asked. 

‘Well, I found this little map on the back of this amusement park coupon.’ 

‘Are you hoping to hire on there for a while?’ 

‘No, I just figure I should go there. I figure someone under that star right there needs a Bible, so that’s where I’m going next.’ 

He smiled, and the warmth of his spirit radiated the sincerity of his mission. I drove him back to the town-square where we’d met two hours earlier, and as we drove, it started raining. We parked and unloaded his things. 

‘Would you sign my autograph book?’ he asked… ‘I like to keep messages from folks I meet.’ 

I wrote in his little book that his commitment to his calling had touched my life. I encouraged him to stay strong. And I left him with a verse of scripture from Jeremiah, ‘I know the plans I have for you, declared the Lord, ‘plans to prosper you and not to harm you; Plans to give you a future and a hope.’ 

‘Thanks, man,’ he said. ‘I know we just met and we’re really just strangers, but I love you.’ 

‘I know,’ I said, ‘I love you, too.’ ‘The Lord is good!’ 

‘Yes, He is. How long has it been since someone hugged you?’ I asked. 

A long time,’ he replied 

And so on the busy street corner in the drizzling rain, my new friend and I embraced, and I felt deep inside that I had been changed.. He put his things on his back, smiled his winning smile and said, ‘See you in the New Jerusalem.’ 

‘I’ll be there!’ was my reply. 

He began his journey again. He headed away with his sign dangling from his bedroll and pack of Bibles. He stopped, turned and said, ‘When you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?’ 

‘You bet,’ I shouted back, ‘God bless.’ 

‘God bless.’ And that was the last I saw of him. 

Late that evening as I left my office, the wind blew strong. The cold front had settled hard upon the town. I bundled up and hurried to my car. As I sat back and reached for the emergency brake, I saw them… a pair of well-worn brown work gloves neatly laid over the length of the handle. I picked them up and thought of my friend and wondered if his hands would stay warm that night without them. 

Then I remembered his words: ‘If you see something that makes you think of me, will you pray for me?’ 

Today his gloves lie on my desk in my office.. They help me to see the world and its people in a new way, and they help me remember those two hours with my unique friend and to pray for his ministry. ‘See you in the New Jerusalem,’ he said. Yes, Daniel, I know I will… 

‘I shall pass this way but once. Therefore, any good that I can do or any kindness that I can show, let me do it now, for I shall not pass this way again.’ 


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 Love Lee ♥