Mother Teresa, one of my hero’s in the faith said that true suffering is loneliness. The feeling that no one is coming to get you, to kiss your cheek, to love you. To touch your soul with a kind word, a funny daggy joke.
Its a cold night, dark, alone a young boy sits in the darkness, listening to every sound, will he be caught, alone he sits, alone he waits. Hungry he waits for food. Alone with his thoughts he ponders where we will go next, how long he has left where he is living. The morning comes, morning passes, still alone he waits, waits for something.
Afternoon comes, still alone this little boy listens again for any sounds of being caught, suddenly the door is unlocking, frightened he braces himself for the worst. Desperate, afraid, what is going to happen in this next few minutes, the door opens into a dark warm unit.
As I walk in, there stands a scared little boy. For a few minutes our eyes lock, then the words come out of his mouth. I am homeless I have been living here, everything inside me wanted to help this boy. As a few words were flung back and forward like a friendly game of tennis, he walks past me, into this big world he goes. A few minutes of time and this little homeless boy will be lodged in my mind and prayers for ever. How do we as human beings live as if such pain does not exist. Such loneliness, God teaches us that we were designed and made for fellowship with the creator of the universe, God. Beyond the hardest of exteriors, the saying rings true. We are all made in the image of God, we are made for fellowship and when that is taken away the enemy is given room to flourish.
I may never see this boy again but as I came home and gave my young boys the biggest cuddle I could I saw him.
In closing, although its a heavy theme, its something we must face. Next time you see a homeless person. Connect, even in a tiny way, you could change there life and yours in the process.
May Gods Grace rest upon you as you go about your days.