sacred journeys

Being in L.A. you see many, many, many homeless people. Your heart goes out to them because you know a good number of them are really suffering from not only a poverty of the checkbook, but a poverty of the soul. In addition to knowing that many homeless people are suffering from psychological / emotional issues — that many times go untreated.
Yesterday, however, it struck me  deeper than normal as Caleb and I were coming home from soccer practice and pulled up to a stop-sign blocks from our house, and seeing a gal getting ready to got to sleep by ‘making her bed’ for the night (which by the looks of it was an dirty, very old, army sleeping bag). At another intersection which was extremely busy (Melrose & Fairfax I believe), there was a homeless guy in the middle of the street shouting obscenities at cars & hitting them if they got close, and almost getting hit himself. Then this morning, dropping the kids off at school — seeing a person sleeping just 1/2 block away from the school entrance on a make-shift bed…

by God’s grace I pray that this ministry out here, can help physcially, mentally, emotionally and most of all spiritually — these very-hurting people.