My last thoughts are of the people I "know" who are sleeping outside, some in tents, many not, many exposed to the elements (see slideshow in Saturday's posting) on a mattress, or a piece of cardboard on a cold slate of cement.
I have met people in "tent city" whom I could not believe what my eyes were telling me - that they were homeless. The 2 couples I am thinking of told me that they came back from Houston where they were evacuated as they kept hearing stories telling them to 'come back' that there were jobs and housing for them. When they got here, they found out how untrue the information was and now the 2 couples are homeless. In a conversation with Mark this morning he said to me, "you don't have to be dirty to be homeless," which I understand. It is the need to maintain a sense of dignity through personal hygiene no matter the low state of your circumstances. And then his friend, Mr. Rogers told me, "we (husbands and wives) are not going to the homeless shelters. I asked him why not? "Too much preaching going on in exchange for the meal or shower?" "No", he said to me, "I am not going to a place where there are people selling their prescription drugs and are mentally ill." "I stand 6'3 and I have dignity. No, these 2 couples are not who you would expect to see surviving in such conditions and they will be on the streets as of December 21st. "I am not letting them throw me out until that date" Mark tells me.
I know that he is hoping sleep will help him escape the cold, even as the cold invades his sleep.
Prayers for the suffering.