This is a request, not a resource. And in particular, I’m referring to homeless men, very likely with a substance abuse problem, a mental health problem or both. This isn’t theory, but daily life in my fair city.
We have a concentration of homeless men in my neighborhood, and it isn’t any mystery. The P Street corridor in northwest Washington has gotten a very fast influx of wealth. Largly gay male wealth, at that. On the other hand, we’re not even two full blocks from one of the largest homeless shelters in the city. If you’re going to ask for money, go where the money is.
Of course, it bothers me that so many have so little money and so few options for a safe and happy life. So here are this Sunday’s twin realities.
There’s a moral dilemma here, and one well known to anyone who lives or works in an urban area.
I won’t hide behind stained-glass piety or indulge in middle-class liberal guilt. Call my appeal one for practical, realistic Christian discipleship. For the non-Christians out there, consider it attainable civic responsibility. (The two aren’t the same, but both are needed.)