Not What You Expect from Someone Without a Home

I could not help but think of a conversation with a young African-American man more than twenty years ago. Standing on a busy downtown Dallas street we chatted about the circumstances that led the gentleman to living on the street. He spoke of a good job, family and a home. Something happened. He may have experienced bad luck, poor decisions, mental illness or some other trigger that landed him standing in front of a downtown mission site hoping for something to eat and a change of clothes.

The conversation came to mind as I watched Glenn listening intently to Jerry. Articulate. Intelligent. Animated. For forty-five minutes they talked about politics, US and international. Religion entered the conversation when Jerry noted he liked religion – “It is what brings people like you down here to help people like me.” We don’t know what happened that landed Jerry on the street. He claimed to speak a dozen languages and read several others. We had no reason to dis-believe him. He referred to a recent headline story in the largest Jewish online news site in the world. He knew what he was talking about.

Jerry defies the caricature, the stereotype. In fact, our experience with those living on the streets reveals very few who do not work but whose salary comes up way short of providing a regular place to live. Others never intended to stay on the street but never found the way out. They have relationships, have certain sensibilities, want something better and try to get along.

I left the office late this evening thinking about Jerry. About how easy it is for us to simply think, “Oh they are homeless, something must be wrong with them.” Maybe not. We cannot summarily dismiss people. To do so dismisses what it means to be made in the image of God, to be part of the larger human race. We cannot lest we run the risk of dismissing ourselves. May you meet a Jerry and may that encounter take apart your mis-perceptions and stir in you some motivation to consider people as they are and ourselves less highly than usual.

About the Author
Husband to Patty. Daddy to Kimberly and Tommie. Grandpa Doc to Cohen, Max, Fox, and Marlee. Pastor to Snow Hill Baptist Church. Graduate of Oklahoma Baptist University and Southwestern Baptist Theological Seminary. Reading. Photography. Golf. Colorado. Jeeping. Friend. The views and opinions expressed here are my own and should not be construed as representing the corporate views of the church I pastor.