This week, it’s an honor to guest blog for Austin Catholic New Media about my children’s week at Mobile Loaves & Fishes Camp. My heart was changed and that just wasn’t on my agenda…
You see, before last week, my heart was heavy for the homeless, but incredibly guarded.
I judged them. Hard.
If I gave them money, they would probably use it on drugs.
Why couldn’t they be more productive with their time and find a job, instead of standing on a street corner?
Oh, that guy probably has his BMW parked around the corner. He’s just panhandling because he doesn’t want to pay the IRS any taxes.
Is that woman really a single mom with no support?
With great shame, I admit I have thought them all. In some twisted, horrible, unloving spirit I thought I was better than they were. I have a husband, two cars, steady income and a van filled with children. That would never be me on the corner. Or would it?
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