Equality
This past Wednesday, a friend and I were able to join in a citywide effort to survey homeless people. Not surprising, it was on possibly the coldest day of the week. Our project was to cover the crossroads looking for people without a home, willing to answer a few questions. The difficulty was finding anyone…after driving around, we decided to park and walk. This experience certainly reminded me of my days delivering papers in Minnesota.
After walking several blocks, we checked into a shelter (not literally-though it was much warmer) and after getting some ideas from the guys in there, we stepped outside, and about a block away, we saw the first person we thought might be homeless. He was an African-American man wearing a black snowmobile suit, warm red boots, a hat and gloves and carrying a backpack.
He was friendly, helpful and articulate and said his name was “Gutter.” I asked him if he was busy (stab in the dark-though it wouldn’t have surprised me if he was) and he said, “Not really.” I asked him if he would come with us and help get these surveys filled out. He said, “Sure.”
He decided to take us around the path downtown that most homeless people use as they move from their place of shelter to free meal opportunities. He said he had been on the streets for 5 years and was close to getting a housing voucher. It took him several years to learn the way of the streets and the basic survival skills necessary to make it that long.
He shared a few stories of friends who had died on the streets and some of his own difficulties. For instance, he had built a nice 10 foot by 7 or 8 foot shelter, and some of the hardcore guys with shelters nearby didn’t want him joining the community, so they burned it down. That didn’t deter him, so he moved a little further away and rebuilt. He pulled out his cell phone and showed me a picture of the outside and the inside. It was impressive-it had a window, couch and small table.
Every so often we would come by a homeless person on the path, and he would say the same thing every time, “Money….did you fill out the survey yet?” Some already had filled it out, some were busy (late for a bus or something else) and some filled it out.
Each person who filled out a survey had a story. The oldest who went by the name “Crow” was 68 and had the respect of almost everyone on the streets. It seemed like he was sort of the patriarch. One woman in her late 20’s was reading a book, seemed very bright, but was admittedly hooked on drugs. She had slept outside the night before even though the temperature got down to 0. One guy in his mid-fifties could have easily been misplaced for one of the hundreds of professionals walking around.
For two hours Gutter picked the homeless out of the crowds. Sometimes at bus stops there were 10 or more people, and I certainly would have never asked someone if they were homeless, but Gutter was able to ask for the survey, and I never saw him mistake non-homeless for a homeless.
By now, it was getting close to lunch time and we were pretty cold and wind-burned, so we thought we would call it quits. Gutter was heading over for lunch and we were headed to our car. I gave Gutter my cell phone number, invited him to church and we left.
In retrospect, there was much to take away from our adventure.
• Dignity is important: We did everything possible to accept Gutter and all other homeless people as equals.
• When given the opportunity, most people are anxious to help: How else do you explain a complete stranger giving up 2 hours of his day?
• We are often too quick to judge someone by only what we can see: Every person is a creation of God with a purpose from God.
This Sunday, we are planning to continue a mini-series on faith. Specifically we will look at the life of Moses. In addition, Mike Fox, who helped to start the Kansas City based company, Inergy and then retired to start C3 Missions will be sharing his testimony. This will be an awesome service…you will not want to miss it!