Blog Action Day: Poverty - A First Hand Story
posted by Amy on October 15, 2008 at 12:07 PM in Bloggety-blogs, Personal, Current Affairs, Faith, Social Action
Then the King will say to those on his right, ‘Come, you who
are blessed by my Father, inherit the Kingdom prepared for you from the
creation of the world. For I was hungry, and you fed me. I was thirsty, and you gave me a drink. I was a stranger, and you invited me into your home. I was naked, and you gave me clothing. I was sick, and you cared for me. I was in prison, and you visited me.’
Then
these righteous ones will reply, ‘Lord, when did we ever see you hungry
and feed you? Or thirsty and give you something to drink? Or a stranger and show you hospitality? Or naked and give you clothing? When did we ever see you sick or in prison and visit you?’
And the King will say, ‘I tell you the truth, when you did it to one of the least of these my brothers and sisters, you were doing it to me!’
My husband met Kenny (not his real name) in a park on a Sunday evening, a little over a year ago. It was immediately clear to my husband that Kenny was homeless. For some reason, Jim knew in his heart that he needed to help this guy out. So, my husand brought him home that night, and thus began our long journey with Kenny, a journey which has yet to come to an end.
Without getting into too many details (because that could take all day), let me just give you a snapshot of what life for Kenny is like. He was sickly and abused as a child. He suffered a severe brain injury as a teenager, which caused mental and physical disabilities; he is also hearing impaired, and he has other health issues which require medicine and equipment and add complications to an already difficult life. Kenny has been homeless off-and-on, wandering the country for at least 13 years.
Kenny is about 30 years old, but he has the emotional maturity of a 7
year old and the intellectual maturity of a 13 year old. He is an endless
talker, and he talks loudly. He has virtually no social skills whatsoever, and very little sense
of boundaries or what is and is not annoying. Kenny calls my husband several times a day, and at least one of us goes to see Kenny to help him with something at least once a week. While I have come to care about Kenny very much, it would be an understatement to say that he is a challenging person to be around.
What I can say about Kenny is that he is the hardest working, and most enthusiastic person I have ever met. He gets up early to attack his days, and if he has to be somewhere, he is 20 minutes early. Kenny is one person that you cannot say that laziness is the source of his problems. Kenny is also completely clean - he does not ever drink, smoke, do drugs, use cuss words, get violent, or say suggestive things. He is trustworthy. Kenny is also very thoughtful, often leaving little gifts and voice messages for us - too often in fact. And I am sad to say that they cause annoyance in me more often than appreciation.
I have witnessed first hand how difficult life is for someone who is impoverished. He has to rely on public transportation or a bike to get around, which makes running errands in a sprawling city a complete and total pain in the butt. Travel time is greatly increased, making his days inefficient. Kenny has had a string of social workers, many of whom were burnt out and unhelpful. He currently receives government assistance and food stamps, but it is barely enough to get by with rent and the bare essentials. Long lines, extra fees, paper work - EVERYTHING is more difficult and complicated if you are not in the mainstream system of credit and commerce.
I have no idea how things will end up for Kenny. There is only so much that my husband and I can do for him. My prayer is that we will have made a positive difference in his life.
When I really think about it, I am amazed and grateful that my husband has been so determined to be a brother and a friend to someone so needy and difficult as Kenny. I certainly would not have chosen to do it at all. And this whole experience has taught me many things which only experience could possibly have taught.
I know not to romanticize the notion of helping the poor. You can go down to a homeless shelter and ladle out soup once a year and feel all warm and fuzzy inside. But try to spend day after day with troubled people, and the warm fuzzies will often get replaced with annoyance, frustration and sadness.
I know a new level to my sinfulness and impatience. There have been times when I have been cold-shouldered to Kenny at best, angry and snappy with him at worst. I am often not magnanimous towards him, but instead I mull over every inconvenience and aggravation he has brought into our lives. I avoid seeing him and talking to him many times, when I know that just some friendly attention from me would make all the difference in the world to him. I have no illusions that helping Kenny and bringing him into my life somehow makes me a good person. I know that in many ways, I am not a good person at all. I am a sinner that has been given the grace to be able to do some little bit of good despite my sinfulness. That is not false humility or false piety. That is what I really think, what I REALLY know.
I know that there are no easy answers. I want more than anything for Kenny to be accepted, to get a job, a good apartment, to make friends, to be happy and healthy. That is not too much to ask. But I know the chances of that ever happening are very slim. Kenny freaks people out. Kenny can get on your nerves like no one else can. Kenny is incapable of doing lots of things that are essential to a "normal" life. There is a reason that people are chronically homeless!!! And money or education or the right program are sometimes just not enough! And there are not enough people in the world willing to let someone like Kenny into their lives (which is completely understandable, don't get me wrong), and so people like Kenny will continue to fall through the cracks.
My religious faith tells me that this world will never be
perfect, that there will always be poverty and injustice until Jesus comes back and makes it all right again. But, in a seeming paradox, my faith also commands
me to fight poverty and injustice, to take care of the orphan and the widow, to give food to the
hungry, to give drink to the thirsty, to clothe the naked, to visit the
sick and the imprisoned, to reach out to the least of my brothers and
sisters. If I do not do all this, then my faith is in vain.
That is why, even at times when I wanted to scream that Kenny get out of my life forever, I bite my tongue. HE IS the hungry, the thirsty, the sick, the least of my brothers. How can I turn just him away to a life of hardship and loneliness, and then expect my God to accept me?
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There are tons of organizations which are working to solve poverty issues that you can support with your time and money. Just some ideas:
- The Hunger Site - Just a moment of your time will feed a hungry person.
- Heifer International - You can literally buy an animal to provide food and income to an impoverished family
- The One Campaign - An advocacy organization working to raise awareness on issues of poverty, hunger and disease
- International Justice Mission - An organization that steps in takes action to stop injustices like sex exploitation, slavery and human trafficking when local authorities cannot.
- Kiva - You can personally loan money to an entrepreneur in a developing country.
- Catholic Charities - They provide help for thousands and thousands of poor, elderly, refugee and homeless people all over the country, regardless of race or creed.
- Blood:Water Mission - They are building wells in Africa to provide clean drinking water to hundreds of thousands of people that would otherwise not have access to clean water.
- CARE - They are fighting global poverty, primarily through education and assistance for women.
- Compassion International - A really great and legitimate child-sponsorship organization.
But, you know, if we are really going to make a significant difference to make poverty history, it will take more than nice words and monetary donations. We all have to participate; we cannot leave all the work to someone else. We all have to get in there and get involved in the often ugly messiness of other people's lives.
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