Last Wednesday we had a large group come out and help
distribute supplies. It is so humbling to see my friends come together, at my
home, to go into the community and serve our ever powerful, loving, and knowing
God. This week more people showed up to help than I have seen since we started.
This, in itself is a powerful statement by God’s people.
When people show up with their bikes to help I cover what we
have discovered to be the politest approach. I suggest rolling up to whomever
appears to be in need, greet them, and then ask if they have eaten dinner
tonight. This approach is better than asking, “Are you hungry?” or, “Do you
want some food?” We do not want to imply that they appear to be homeless or we
are speaking to them in a condescending custom. Though, what we have found is a
number of the people we speak to are not in need, nor are they poor. Many of
the people tell us they are fine. However, every time someone says they are
doing good and they decline a burrito, they always say, “Thank you for what
you’re doing.” That is other than the occasional medical student that appears
to be homeless. They will sometimes accept the offering not because they are
greedy but because they are hungry. Nevertheless, we don’t simply seek out people
who are affected with homelessness; we are serving any and everybody. Perhaps,
someone is walking home from work and needs dinner and/or a jacket. Perhaps
some teenage kids are on the streets and their parents did not make dinner. It
may be difficult for them to accept a meal from a stranger but that’s, all
together, a different issue. Perhaps someone just needs a friend, a conversation, or a prayer.
I have said this before, but this organization is not simply
a street ministry, it is a fellowship ministry. It is an opportunity for people
of the city to come together heedless of race, age, gender, sexual orientation,
shape, size, or color, and connect on a personal level. This is the message we want to UBFM to project.
The greatest component is we get to do all this on a bicycle.
Peace
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