Several years ago I read a book that impacted my life. The Same Different as Me is a true story by Ron Hall and
Moore. Hall is a wealthy art dealer in
Fort Worth and Moore is a homeless man who relocated from Louisiana to Fort
Worth- their lives became intertwined by the will of God as He moved in the
heart of Deborah Hall, Ron’s wife, and the two of them began serving in “soup
kitchen” program in Denver . The Halls developed a personal friendship
with Fort Worth Denver that changed all of their lives. Moore
I know that God guided me to Foundation United Methodist Church 3 years ago, and a few months later placed me in the middle of “Feed My Sheep,” a type of ministry that reading The Same Different as Me had sparked a passion in my heart for. Now that I have actually been blessed to be a part of Feed My Sheep, that passion has only grown.
Working with Feed My Sheep has changed the way I think, and the way I live my life. Rainy days now don’t just move my heart to praise God for the moisture; I am also moved to pray for a dry spot for shelter. A thunderstorm in the middle of the night wakes me up and prompts me to pray for safety. The long hot days of summer bring prayers for plenty of water. Bitter cold nights cause my heart to plead for people to find their way to the warming shelters. Missing faces give me cause to worry, while someone returning brings relief to my soul!
As my husband, Cody, and I have served in this ministry over the last 25 months, these people have become more than just "the homeless and the hungry" in my eyes. They have become the faces of people I love, and pray for; faces of people who are citizens in my community. They are each created by God in His image.
My passion for this ministry has spread throughout my entire family and often the whole “Crittenden Clan” shows up to volunteer at the FMS center. I love watching the interaction between our grandchildren and all of the people coming through the line. When our granddaughter, Aubrey, was two and she had already developed a special way of loving the people at the center. One Sunday, I was sitting outside with both of the grandbabies. I was wrestling my 7 month old grandson, Hudson, and watching Aubrey as she played chase and sang songs with the other volunteers and some of the people just standing around the building. As one man was leaving, he pinched
’s cheek, but walked past Aubrey
without saying a word. Being a normal two year old, she felt slighted and the
look on her face made my heart ache, but I watched as she took off after the
man and caught his attention by grabbing his pant leg and yelling
“Hey!" As he stopped and looked at her,
she opened her arms and said, "Hug?" and gave the man a huge bear
hug. Watching that interaction brought tears to my eyes... the attention that
man gave to Aubrey was so important to her. She did not notice that the clothes
he was wearing were filthy and threadbare. She did not care that the hands he
hugged her with were calloused and stained with dirt and grime. She did not
react to the fact that he did not smell all that great. She reacted to him as a
normal 2 year old that has just been overlooked, while her younger cousin
received some attention. His acknowledgement of her and her presence made her
feel important. Hudson
I have heard people say thing like, “We tried to help one of the homeless men, but he didn’t want any help. He was happy to be homeless.” I think I see this situation a little differently.
I don’t think help means change. And I don’t think “helping” is equal to “improving”. I think helping is meeting them where they are, as they are. Many of them have served in our armed forces. Most of them have faced devastating losses in their lives; and several of them have learned to survive despite being mentally ill; I am sure that some are battling demons that I can’t begin to imagine. But they are each human beings, and while they do need help, they don’t necessarily want to be “cleaned up” to receive it. They live a hard life, whether they have arrived here by consequences of their own decisions, or whether they are here because of circumstances beyond their control- I believe that they each deserve love and respect. I think “helping” is seeing them through the eyes of my 2 year old granddaughter- without judgment or pre-conceived opinions.
They mean something to me. They mean something to my family. And they mean something to the body of Christ. I pray that each of you will see where God is leading you to serve these amazing people in our community… these people who sometimes seem unlovable, and obviously socially outcast… but have become my heart’s choice as family.
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