49 thoughts on “A Hand Up

    1. You are so welcome, and I thank you for your kind words. One of the many lessons the men at the day shelter have taught me is that the little things, such as a smile or a kind word, mean the most. We all have time to do at least those two things.

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  1. A fantastic post. In my experience, people often don’t ask for help. I don’t and if someone does, it means they are desperate. That said, we don’t always have the means ourselves and there is so much need. Yet, that doesn’t mean that there’s nothing we can do. If we’re not financial, perhaps we can give our time.

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  2. I work with low-income youth. One day, at school, a young man asked me for some help. He was shy to ask, and I knew it was hard for him. I ran to my resources, pulled together what I could, and asked others for more help. The other day I saw him. He had one the clothes others had donated, the shoes he so desperately needed (he had been wearing his dad’s) and the clean, new winter coat a friend of mine had went out and bought for him.

    I don’t write this to boast of my own goodness, I write it to boast of God’s goodness. I see so much love and caring gestures from others, that it swells my heart and makes me remember that there are others in the Life of this World that care as much as I do, and can use their time and money to care for others. This world (and that young man) are better because of them.

    I tell him often, you are going through these struggles because it makes you stronger. And I know for a fact, that down the road, he will do the same for someone else.

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  3. I used to be and officer on the board of “The Mustard Seed” here in town for over ten years. It was an organization like the Salvation Army, which was supported by all the churches in the county. I thoroughly enjoyed this service but due to so many dishonest people taking taking advantage of the limited resources and our decision to not take government assistance because of their control, and lack of contribution by the churches during hard times for everyone, it finally had to close it’s doors about two years ago.

    I don’t blame the churches because even church collections are down in this terrible economic failure. It’s bad but due to loss of income, 10% tithe of nothing is nothing. But as I look back it was probably because we on the board did not keep the churches informed as we should. And we also had some theft of clothing and money in our store, sadly even from volunteer workers. One thing I learned from this is that churches will not give until they see results and know their gifts are doing the good they intend it to do.

    I’ve always heard that we should not question the help we give as to how the money is used as long as we know it was the Lord’s Will. It’s between the person receiving the gift and God Himself if that person has lied to you and buys beer instead of food.

    Anyway, here’s a short story of one of many experiences I had while working there.

    An elderly black grandmother widow called us one cold winter day and said she needed some food. She sounded as if she was honestly hungry and destitute, although she was living in a substandard house she and her husband had been paying on for years. She lived in a really bad and dangerous neighborhood, but I told the Director I would take the two bags of food out to her in my pickup. After driving up and down the street in the dark, using my flashlight to find the house number, I pulled in the driveway. In my headlights I saw eyeballs looking out the window and two sets looking out the car window, parked in the driveway. I opened my truck door and grabbed two big paper bags full of groceries, and at the same time the house door swung open and the car door opened, and 7 kids came running at me, tore the bags from my arms. Grandmother was standing in the door yelling at them as they scrambled through the sacks looking for anything that wasn’t in cans. After they tore open everything and started eating the chips and things, grandmother came out to the truck to help me pick up what was left. She told me that these kids were her daughter’s kids from another state, who brought them to her house and left them, as she was homeless herself and could not support them. Five of these kids were sleeping with her and the two oldest were sleeping in the old car. None had had any food at all in a week and those in the house were sleeping with mice in the mattress. I went back to the Mustard Seed and told the Director to help her and if possible to find a place for the kids to stay until more could be done.

    Fortunately we now have a branch Salvation Army here in town now to take the place of the Mustard Seed, but they are barely surviving and not able to do near as much as MS.

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