It’s an amazing emotional feeling to know how sick I was and then realizing how many people end up in the hospital with what I had and I didn’t – it simply is a wow moment. I was thankful for all the prayers and encouragement. It made a difference. Now I’m just exhausted from five days of sleeping on the floor of a church basement and enduring long hot days at our service sites. Healed but in need of major amounts of sleep. We had a great crew of middle school youth who served in mature and engaging ways.
I was struck by the amount of hunger, homelessness, and poverty in the city of Cincinnati. My small home town has its share of those same problems but I think one becomes a bit blind to them when you live it day to day. The kids we worked with dealt with violence in the neighborhood, hunger at home, and abandonment from one or more family members. My heart broke for the children especially.
The war that was declared on poverty officially never really worked. The solutions we tend to offer seem more for our conscience than to really get at the root problems. There are different political and economic proposals to deal with these deep problems – but let’s never lose our compassion for those who are in need. Skip a Starbucks once a week and find a church or organization that is helping people in poverty. Starbucks might miss it but I know the people I worked with need it more.