I asked my homeless regular - 'Do you believe I love you?' Yes, she answered.
'Do you believe that I care about what happens to you and want what is best for you?' I do, Rev - she answered.
'Then don't worry about what other people say. I love you and want what is best for you," I said.
Now - thinking more about the accusation - it is true.
I do want her off the street.
I do want her out of here.
I want her healthy, and fed, and sleeping in a comfortable bed - safe. I want her restored. I want to see her taken care of as she needs to be.
Almost every day we talk. Almost every day she gets a soda from me. I have given her clothes, and food, and more - and every day she is there - on the street. Sleeping at night in her cat hole each night. She receives food from local 'soup kitchens.' She gets clothes there as well. Others help her in ways I don't even know.
And even now she sits on the bench in front of my office.
Yes - I want her off the street.
For my accuser(s) - the soup kitchen and sodas isn't working... what will?