Help Homeless Youth in Alaska

Alison Kear, from out of Anchorage, Alaska way, sent me a note about an opportunity for a corporal work of mercy.

You all know I have been passionate about Covenant House, Alaska (CHA) for many years. Kids need to feel valued, the need for our services is real, and I am passionate about what we represent to kids who are cold, alone and feel no one cares. I am humbled to represent to them that people do care. I can do this because I have been cared for and about all my life. [Read more...]

Work of Mercy: Why Not Give Alms to Syrian Refugees?

 

Father Dwight Longenecker has a little post up about rich folk, giving, and something Jesus said about being saved.  Fr. Dwight titled it, and you should really go read it. Check the combox too, for further reading.

You realize, of course, that in terms of material wealth, the Rich Young Man is a pauper compared to us, right? So is Louis XIV, except the Sun King had gobs of power. But he didn’t have hot and cold running water, toilets, electricity, etc., etc. [Read more...]

An Appeal For the Horn of Africa, In Free Verse (Updated)

For I was hungry, and you gave me to eat; I was thirsty, and you gave me to drink; I was a stranger, and you took me in.

I hear that you lost a few coins yesterday in the maelstrom.
I am sorry for your loss.
Perhaps you follow the financial markets too closely.
Or the latest budget crisis.
Or political football contests.

So wealthy you are to worry
of your barns being less full!
I wonder what it is like
to be so far from actual physical want
that this amounts to your idea of pain.
I pray that heaven is like that.
There is no pain there, only banquets!

My family and I are starving for want of rain.
There is no food,
and so counting calories is not a game
that my family and I play.

I am personally a stranger to you,
but a constant companion
to suffering.

Grace will call you to help me, no?
Like the sons of Korah I lament:
“My tears have been my food day and night,
as they ask daily,‘Where is your God?’”

He is here with me
and there with you.
Grace calls to grace,
as deep calls to the deep.

My well is dry
and yours is a little less full.
Can you spare a thimbleful of water
for my family?

The scriptures recount a meeting
between a matronly Gentile woman and Our Lord.
She asked for her daughter
to be rid of a demon.
Christ noted that throwing the children’s bread to dogs
was not fitting.
But I, like she, have this to say:

“Lord, even the dogs under the table eat the children’s scraps.”

And for that act of faith,
He made her daughter whole.

The wise shepherd also counseled us to
“ask and ye shall receive.”

And so I swallow my pride and beggar you thus,
Would you deign to honor Him with some scraps
for me and mine today?

It won’t solve all the problems.
But it may help me live so that one day
I can help save you.

How to help.

UPDATE: A reflection on this Sunday’s readings, which includes the story shared in the post above. Who let all the riff-raff in? That would be His doing.


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