A God Story
by: UBFM Member
Homeless. We indeed tend to attribute this word to our friends on the streets. The definition: without a home or permanent residence. Although most of our friends do not in fact have a permanent residence, nor your typical environment one might call a home, some of our friends prefer to be where they are. Homeless has been used in such a derogatory way; from the media, to the government, to local authorities, to individuals across the world. The stigma surrounding our friends over the years, have been about danger, crime, trash, and a waste to society. Our friends are human beings, men and women who are who they choose to be, who are where they want to be, who are where they think they ought to be, who are where they are for whatever reason. They have a name and a story. Don’t we all?
How do we define our homes? Is it by bricks, stone, or wood? Is there a kitchen or a bed? Is there a friend, a wife, a husband, children, or pets? Are you alone? If you were to take something out of the equation, would it shake your home? Would it tear it down altogether? I think we have all felt homeless at one point in our lives. We have built foundations and structures that have been demolished. How much would it take not to want to rebuild? How much would it take to just want to disappear? When that happens, at the end of the day, there isn’t anything that could ever tumble down again. Caring is just too much of a struggle, that you would rather go hungry. . Let’s face it, if you can’t get out of bed long enough, someone will eventually come and take that bed away.
The beauty of UBFM is that we make our friend’s home a little more welcoming. There is hope in friendship and a non-judgmental attitude. I believe we have the power to restore something in broken individuals, to at least share an inkling of security and trust, much of what our own homes are made of. Our burritos and our hands can create a foundation of faith for what has fallen victim to whatever misfortune, pain, or choice one has had to endure. We can't impose our own views of salvation on anyone. We can only teach, support, and love. We give them more opportunities, more choices. Then we love them regardless of the choices they make.
They are either strangers or friends. I don’t have a stamp with Homeless. engraved on it; it is not a title. But I do have my own Home-less scars, which fuels my compassion to make Memphis a more welcoming home for our friends.
UBFM has the potential to be a home.