November 7, 2020
HOMELESS IN THE PAST AND HOW THEY WERE DIFFERENT FROM THOSE WHO ARE HOMELESS TODAY
The homeless of the past were hobos tramps and bums. Todays homeless don’t have specific labels attached to them they are just ignored and viewed with suspicion. This article comes from
The day book. [volume], January 06, 1917, LAST EDITION, Image 30
About The day book. [volume] (Chicago, Ill.) 1911-1917
WELCOME TO OUR FAITH IN ACTION HOMELESS AND LOW INCOME FOOD FOR THOUGHT BLOG
This is our Ministry News and thoughts section. Its an entry point to our overall Homeless and low income Ministry program. Its intent to provide news about Homeless and low income issues , thought provoking Video’s and articles about homeless life and be a place where homeless advocates and agencies can express their opinions. It is also a place for those agencies and individuals that seek to help those with low income
We need to remember that low income is the door that often leads to being homeless.
TWO OPENING ARTICLES
The poet F Scott Fizgerald made a comment about the rich
Quote by F. Scott Fitzgerald:
“Let me tell you about the very rich. They are different from you and me. They possess and enjoy early, and it does something to them, makes them soft where we are hard, and cynical where we are trustful, in a way that, unless you were born rich, it is very difficult to understand.
THE STORY OF BILLY
Many years ago there was a young man and his family of four. Billy was a hard worker not addicted to anything but hard work. We first met him in a tiny 16 foot trailer with no heat or electric. He paid a $175 a month rent on this worn out hovel.
Our church was wealthy and had good people who helped our ministry. One day the church announced a retreat for youth and they invited Billy’s 15 year old daughter to come to the retreat, there was no charge. I got her a sleeping bag and Billy and I took her to the drop off point.
She was excited. Billy opened his wallet and took out a $5 bill and gave it to his daughter she had not expected that and a look of pleasant surprise came over her face when her Father said “take this but spend it slowly.” He could not really afford $5 but he did it. I was tempted to give her a $20 but He was a proud man and I would have upstaged him. so I didn’t.
She accepted Christ after that retreat.
FROM THE ARCHIVES OF DESERT MINISTRIES
MARCH 9, 2020
The oldest article in our Archive is dated 1988 when Desert Ministries began and is the predecessor of our Faith In Action Lutheran Church Az homeless ministry program.
In their own strange way, Crab and Turtle are kind of cute.
He’s Crab. She’s Turtle. They just celebrated their ninth wedding anniversary. Back in another life, before things went sour, they were sign painters in Wisconsin. They’re religious, they both suffer from epilepsy and they’re militant vegetarians.
That’s all anybody knows about them, except that they insist on dressing alike–an idiosyncrasy that makes it tough for charity workers to scrounge clothing for the couple to wear. Today, they’re sporting matching red T-shirts with pictures of couch potatoes slumped in front of television sets. “Don’t bother me, it’s game time,” the shirts read.
Crab and Turtle are what are known in these parts as “desert people,” a small but growing subset of homeless who prefer the Spartan freedoms of the wide open spaces to the crowded, crime-ridden shelters, parks and food pantries in big cities.
Unlike their urban counterparts, the desert homeless seem virtually invisible and are largely ignored by social service agencies. But experts say that scattered deep in the brush and cactus near the Superstition Mountains east of Phoenix are hundreds of people living permanently in tents, huts or the hulks of abandoned cars and buses.
Crab and Turtle vanished in time but were replaced by others whose stories are similar.
Today the homeless are refugees being left behind by a technology world that sees’s them as discards and does not see them as people with a broken heart, overwhelmed by the sadness of their lives. Each one is at a different stage of their descent into a world pool theycan’t get out of.