Having never been in the vices of any particular substance, there is no
way for me to fully understand in a first hand kind of way what it's like to be
so viced. Over these past four years of
visiting the people of Kensington, I've developed a fairly decent second hand intellectual
understanding of what it's like to be dope sick, desperate, and deprived of
dignity. Short of deliberately starting
to use substances and becoming homeless and Medicaid dependant, I will never
know firsthand what it's like. My current
level of understanding is where I will stay.
And that seems to be okay with my friends who do understand in that
first hand kind of way.
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Dear Friends who live on the sidewalks of Kensington,
For as much as I want to know your pain, I never will. I can know you have outrageous levels of pain
in your soul as you recall
- that uncle and/or biological
father who did what he did to you when you were young.
- that family tragedy that left you
with none of them.
- those promising days of sports
success that ended in injury and a prescription that led you to
the underside of a bridge
For as much as I want to know your pain, I never will. I can know you have outrageous levels of pain
in your soul as you recall
- the registered nurse who told you
to get out of her emergency room that day you overdosed and managed to be saved
by a bystander's Narcan.
- the stranger who threw things and
savage words at you as you sat on the sidewalk.
- the officer who demanded you
leave your sidewalk address where you've lived since your last sidewalk
eviction.
For as much as I want to know your pain, I never will. I can know you have outrageous levels of pain
in your soul as you seek
- healing in the midst of
entrapment in the barbaric Medicaid system of health care reimbursement.
As if all of that - and so much more - is not bad enough, For as much
as I want to know your pain, I never will.
I can know you have outrageous levels of pain and anxiety in your soul
as you now experience
- Corona Virus and an impossible-at-street-level requirement of isolation and social distancing and
wondering who will die from it on top of who will die from overdose.
For as much as I want to know your pain, I never will. As the icing on your slice of Cyanide cake of
all of the agonies mentioned and not mentioned above, I can know you have staggering,
mind-blowing, outrageous levels of pain in your soul as you now experience for
reasons that go far beyond discussion in this blog
- Looting and shooting and
- barbequed buildings spreading their
ash on that spot of cement from which you've been not yet evicted and you are
stuck to call home.
For as much as I want to know your pain, I never will.
For as much as I will never know of your pain, this much I do know first
hand
- You are loved with a love that
far exceeds any and all of the agonies mentioned and not mentioned above.
To tell you "Jesus loves you." may seem an understandably ridiculous
statement from your vantage point.
I can choose to know firsthand the agonies that come with substance use
by trying a substance. All I need to do
is to ask you for my first sample.
You can choose to know firsthand, the love of Jesus, the love that comes with
following in Faith. All you need to do
is ask Him for your first sample.
I do pray that people who know firsthand the outrageous levels of love
in their soul from Jesus will choose to walk alongside you as you know firsthand
the outrageous agonies of your soul.
Of the two choosings, Jesus WILL WIN…
Read this absolute promise:
For I
know the plans I have for you,” says the Lord (Jesus).
“They
are plans for good and not for disaster,
to give
you a future and a hope.
Jeremiah 29:11
(NLT)
