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A City Full Of Opportunity

12/3/2017

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Hope In the City

The downtown night lights glow as bright as diamonds! What a beautiful sight to behold as every building sings its own tune.How fascinating it is to see the people walking to and fro as you wonder where do they go? The in and out of the the buildings in the entertainment district the travelers go to seek that fleeting moment of excitement. Yet in the distance from the glitz and glamour of the night life are the streets of desperation. Only a few will even notice the eye sore. The Grungy men and untidy women searching to find what those only a few blocks away seem to have.

As you span the lens a little further from the sparkling night lights you may be fortunate enough to see the hope in the city. The soft hearts, the bleeding hearts, the organizations and churches reaching out to those who need the help of strangers. While there are some homeless people who have come to depend on the kindness of strangers for their very survival, there are many more who are able to stand on their own because of that kindness. The dispensers of hope are what these kind souls are who do not hesitate to touch one who has not had a bath in an unimaginable length of time. The caregivers of the desperate are everywhere. They notice the man who is standing with the sign reading, "Work for food." They see a man with no socks as his toe is hanging out of his shoe and he learns the man's shoe size to return with a new pair of shoes and a pair of socks. They notice a woman in the heat of the day with the sign asking for .25 cents. Upon looking further they notice the woman is at least six months pregnant. Stopping and talking to the woman they learn she is trying to earn enough money to pay for a hotel room to avoid sleeping in the woods (The woods, any area of town where there is a collection of trees to sleep away from public view.) And she is helped with at least one night's hotel stay for her to take a much needed bath and to have a soft bed for her and her unborn baby to lay for a night.

While it seems more people are needing help in the cities across the country, there is also a surge of hope in the city because of the dispensers of hope. You too can take part in the hope of the city. Just be someone with compassion, have the desire to have empathy, be willing to put aside all bias and judgments, and share the little that you have to help someone needing just a little help. December, the last month of the year, is a good time to start a new and refreshed look at the part of the city that is further from the lights that shine like diamonds.  Look from side to side, in the back and in front of you and you will not have to wait very long for your opportunity to give a hand up to someone else.

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Won't Somebody Notice Us?

This story begins during an era before there were cell phones, eight track tapes, cassette players, and CD's. Before credit cards and ATM machines. It is a story of a little eight year old girl who lived in a large metropolitan city on the seventh floor of the fourteen floor building in the housing projects with her two year old baby brother and her unemployed mother. They often did not have money for the things others took for granted.

The little girl's mother announced with reservations that was mixed with excitement that someone finally hired her with the limited skills she had. The bad news was, she was hired for the afternoon shift at a nearby hospital. She asked neighbors to keep an eye out for her children as the little girl was given instructions to care for her brother and not to open the door for anyone not even the neighbors. 

The day came and the little girl's mother was off to work. She was so happy for her mother and finally they would have the food and things they needed. The girl knew that much would be required of her as she hoped for the best for her mother. Each night after putting her baby brother to bed, like a brave soldier, she would prepare for her own night shift.  She would place a kitchen chair in the best spot where she could hear her brother in the bedroom, see the TV and watch the only access to the outside, the front door of the apartment. This became her nightly ritual.  She would watch the door to make sure no one would  break in. Sometimes during her shift she would carefully pickup the chair and place it quietly next to the door close enough where she could look out. She would silently climb up on the chair to stand so she could look through the peep hole. That was a frightening thing because she was never sure that the person on the other side would not be able to see her eyeball as she peeped through, but she would get enough nerve to put her eye to the hole eventually. Once satisfied that no one was lurking outside their door, the little girl would quietly climb down off the chair and carefully pickup the chair to put it pack in its place so she could continue to be the watchman.

​There were times when the noise in the hall would send her in a panic. She would stare and stare at the door until the door would seem to pump like a beating heart. Never did she realize the beating was the fear in her heart. On those extremely frightening days the little girl would cry out in a silent screem, "Won't somebody notice us, won't somebody help us!" Somehow she reasoned that if someone knew that their family needed help maybe it would come by way of employment for her mother that would allow her to be home at night or someone would help in some wonderful way and she would not have to be so afraid anymore. 

The little girl was not able to tell time, but  instinctively knew when it was time for her mother to come home. It was of course always after midnight. When she was sure the time was near enough she would put the chair back under the kitchen table and run to get in the bed. She never wanted her mother to know how much she suffered at night from the fear that controlled her very breath. She did not want her mother to worry about her or to quite her job. The little girl would listen for the key to turn in the lock hoping with great hope that it was her mother and not a thief or murderer. She would listen to the foot steps coming towards the room and she would pray, Lord let it be my mommy.  Her mother would come in their bedroom to make sure her two little ones were okay, to pull the covers over them both. All the while the little girl pretended to be asleep.  

The above story is my story. I distinctively remember the voice crying out, "Won't somebody notice us, won't somebody help us!" This same desperate cry is what I often hear as I mingle among the people in the city. In memory of the cry of that little girl that still lives within me and as the men and women, boys and girls  silently cry out, the question Wholly Committed Ministries ask the people who come to our attention is how can we help you? We may not always be able to help, but we try. The hope of my heart is that you will be one to care to help someone else in whatever way that you can. And sometimes it will just be a smile, a kind word, a soft answer, or a show of compassion and understanding.

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A Love Letter From Jail

​The Following is an excerpt of a letter written from a man in jail to the girl friend left behind. As followers of Jesus' teachings we know that even someone in jail, or prison has a chance for a new life. The letter shows a sincere desire to live with his love as God intended.

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To my love,
God says don't worry about anything...instead trust in God...Satan wants you to worry, stress and feel helpless. He celebrates every time he sees you down. And if Satan had one wish it would be to have you in constant misery in hopes that you commit suicide so that he could have your soul. If you let him he will have you questioning your very existence. but God says if we trust in him with all our heart, and surrender completely to him and believe, he will bring us out of any situation. Then he will do just that and God is not a liar...We just need to make everything about him and bring everything to him...When we wake up in the morning often we thank him for waking us up and giving us breathe...we need to ask him to help us through our day and with situations and people who may be hard to deal with. We need to do this every morning so that we can make it a habit to depend solely on him...Let the one who created our lives take control of our lives he knows what's best.
​Kevin Jones 

Successful Reentry after incarceration

Many people express interest in going into jails as volunteers, however, the greatest need is when men and women are released back into the environments they did their crime.

The experience of the men and women released from prison after serving their time is that our society expects for them to be prisoners for the remaining years of their lives. There are few places that will rent to them and few employers who will hire them.

Volunteers are needed to help those formerly incarcerated navigate through the obstacles and challenges of daily life. And to help the public see the redemptive qualities that they have.

Scriptures to grow by

Psalm 82:4 Deliver the poor and needy. Free them from the hand of the wicked.

Proverbs 31:20 She extends her hand to the poor, yes, she reaches out her hands to the needy.

Matthew 25:36 I was naked and you clothed me. I was sick and you visited me; I was in prison and you came to me.
In this blog the homeless view was discussed, the story of a single mother doing the best she could and a little girl taking on the responsibility of someone way beyond her years due to the family's circumstances was shared. We talked about a man trying to do the best he could to rectify the wrongs in his life and about those coming out of incarceration all needing a helping hand. We are America, we are the state and the city in which we live, we are the community. We are the hope in the city and we need each other.  Let's help someone believe in their miracle.
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11/5/2019 08:56:25 pm

After reading your post, I have learned to appreciate our single mothers even more. They are exerting more effort compared to usual parents because they need to play two roles in one body' which is definitely a hard thing. They make huge sacrifices which may not be enough, but still the fact that they are trying is already a huge thing we should consider. It may not be the most ideal way to live, but probably the one that can make you stronger.

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    Founder of Wholly Committed Ministries, community leader, published author and servant pastor. All stories  and articles written by Sheila Green unless otherwise stated.

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