The car is full with chips, cookies, sodas, water, and hygiene products. That only means one thing — it’s time to go serve the homeless in the city.
Every few weeks you’ll find me downtown with a group a servants spending time with the less fortunate. It’s always an evening that makes me look inward at myself, probably more so than to point and question them.
I serve. I reflect. I notice how grateful they are. Handing someone a blanket on a cool winter’s night can bring the biggest, toothless grin you’ve even seen.
While serving them a warm meal, they are happy to tell you of home.
Home where their children are, but they are not.
Home where their parents have asked them to leave.
Home where their addictions led them to go without.
Where’s your home?
After a few hours, it’s time to load up and head back to my house. My home. As we load up, I look around and notice them gathering their belongings — a backpack and a blanket — and walking away in to the dark of the night.
As we say good-bye I watch these now friends walk away. And I wonder where they will lay their head that night.
There’s no complaining on their part.
There’s no prodding of “I wish I had more.”
With nothing left but the memories of their smiles and stories, it’s hard to let them disappear as I head back to my suburban home.
A home where I’m more aware now of my “I need this, I have to have that, and we need more.” A place where I so long for the simplified life.
I think the saying is true
less is more.
Are you consumed with more, more, more? Or are you trying to live the ‘less is more’ life?