There is an almost constant stream of humanity in our street. Children, playing or riding thier bikes to and from school, and adults; the poor, the homeless, the mentaly ill, the physically disabled. This is in part because we live in Sunny Side, the poorest neighborhood in Flagstaff, AZ and partly because we live across from a food bank; the Family Food Center gives out sack lunches during the day and at 4:30 they start serving dinner to anyone who shows up, no questions asked.
Matthew 25:35-36 For I was hungry and you gave me food, I was thirsty and you gave me drink, I was a stranger and you welcomed me, I was naked and you clothed me, I was sick and you visited me, I was in prison and you came to me.
I hear voices raised in argument, murmered conversations, drunken yelling, different accents, languages, English, Spanish, Navajo. When there are brawls, the police come. When there is real illness, an ambulance comes. Its a busy place.
Genesis 1:27 So God created man in his own image, in the image of God he created him; male and female he created them.
This morning as I opened the front curtains I heard low voices speaking. There was a young couple, maybe in their 20s, walking in front of our house. As I watched, they stopped to rest. She had a little dog on a leash, he was pulling a wheeled suitcase, they both wore heavy backpacks. He stretched his arms, they spoke, he smiled at her, he was missing his front teeth. He lifted the suitcase and shook his head, smiled at her again and started to pull it along as they continued walking.
Micah 6:8 He has told you, O man, what is good; and what does the Lord require of you but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly with your God?
I have tears in my eyes and the tightness of fear in my chest. Sadness for their situation and my helplessness to fix it for them; and fear, not of them but for them. What becomes of the young displaced people in our society? How did they get to this point in their lives? And how close are any of us to being in their place?