I hope everyone’s Christmas was wonderful. Ours was, but it looked a little different this year. On Christmas morning we didn’t open presents first thing, we got dressed and headed downtown to hand out backpacks. It’s taken me a few days to gather my thoughts, and I have a lot of them so this will be a 2 part blog.
As a church we knew we had to do something. There is a need in Austin that is mind-blowing; homeless people are everywhere. I’m not talking homeless people like in San Angelo where the person standing on the corner is holding a sign and talking on a cell phone; you know, the “homeless people” who make you skeptical. No, I’m talking real homeless people who carry everything they own in a torn up backpack and call the bridge their home. We had to help these people.
I’m proud of Revive Church. Our church is only 4 months old and we were able to pull together enough stuff and money to fill 38 backpacks with necessities (soup, soap, gloves, hats, lotion and much more.) 16 of us showed up to hand out the 38 backpacks. Those numbers alone make me smile. We have a great group of people at Revive. 🙂
As soon as we pulled into the parking lot of the shelter, people saw us and immediately starting walking towards us. We handed out 38 backpacks and several dozen breakfast burritos in literally 4 minutes. It was a frenzy and then it was over. Some of the people hung out and talked with us and you know what? Homeless people are people too.
One guy showed me a picture of when he had long hair and was in a band. He said he was not in a good place while in the band and he needed a different lifestyle. I don’t know what life he was living but being homeless looked better to him.
There were several men that took 2 burritos and then gave them to their friends that came by after they were gone. These men, men who have nothing, gave what little they had. They were doing the same thing we were…seeing a need and meeting it.
The 30 minutes we were there was amazing and so worth it. Yet as incredible as it was, I fought back tears the whole way home. The tears were not because we didn’t have enough stuff and couldn’t help everyone. I know we mattered to those we were able to help. The tears were not because I felt guilty for my house and the privileges I have. Nope, the tears were because…
To be continued tomorrow. Sorry, I warned you. 😉