I remember asking my mother when I was young for a dollar, it could have been spent for some snack at the corner store or for the daily ice cream truck that comes across my front porch. I remember always asking for money, never really working for it; unless you consider 'asking' working. The times I would wonder around the city of New Haven, you can pretty much realize the increase of houseless people, by the ones sleeping in alleys and thus making the floor we step and spit on, their back breaking bed. “Hey sir, can you lend me a dollar” a homeless request. Many of our quick thoughts are to believe that their just going to buy more drugs, or is that just what were trained to think? The single dollar I had at the time could have satisfied his hunger or buried him a deeper grave of which he has been trying to escape from. For me to think in such an unconstructive behavior could be the cause of lack of help towards needy in our society. So I gently gave him the dollar, told him “God bless you and take care”. I don’t work as hard as a homeless do and nor do I generalize them all in the behalf of someone’s own bad experience. But I believe if we can have stronger and loving faith in them, we can make a change. dont you think?
Deut. 15:7. If there is a poor man among you, one of your brothers, in any of the towns of the land which the LORD your God is giving you, you shall not harden your heart, nor close your hand to your poor brother; but you shall freely open your hand to him, and generously lend him sufficient for his need in whatever he lacks.
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