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Here is a lesson I learned while walking to work in downtown Seattle and doing Christian motorcycle ministry as well. I'd get panhandled every day on the way to work, and at 6AM after a vibrating hour plus bus ride in crappy traffic...I was in no mood to donate. I did on occasion, especially one guy who had a military ball cap and said I am a veteran and I am not going to kid you, I'd like a couple bucks to buy a beer. Well, as a beer lover muhself I said sure.
I used to help feed maybe 100-200 homeless under 705 in Tacoma when I lived down south. I would see families, winos, junkies, vets, and those I thought their shoes or jackets seemed awfully nice to be homeless. Then I realized.....I am doing what my Maker called me to do....whether or not they are truly in need, not me to judge, that's between them and their Maker. None of us are perfect.....
The coolest thing about this ministry was it was made of up a dozen or so different churches of all denominations and no big "program", no gubment money, just a bunch of folks helping other folks, with donuts, coffee, stir fry, sammiches, hot chocolate, clothes, etc.
Brutus Out
I used to help feed maybe 100-200 homeless under 705 in Tacoma when I lived down south. I would see families, winos, junkies, vets, and those I thought their shoes or jackets seemed awfully nice to be homeless. Then I realized.....I am doing what my Maker called me to do....whether or not they are truly in need, not me to judge, that's between them and their Maker. None of us are perfect.....
The coolest thing about this ministry was it was made of up a dozen or so different churches of all denominations and no big "program", no gubment money, just a bunch of folks helping other folks, with donuts, coffee, stir fry, sammiches, hot chocolate, clothes, etc.
Brutus Out
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is NO your not a vet
