“Yeah, we did” by Kaze Gadway
On Wednesdays, Amy Mallick and I go to our street. Street people sleep on the sidewalk and sometimes in the dirt of the vacant lot. Since we go there every Wed, people recognize us. Since we have white/grey hair they don’t see us as authority or power. We are just two senior citizens talking to people in the street and sometimes handing out stuff like socks or candy.
We are often asked, “Who are you with?” We think that the question really is “Do you have an agenda and what is it going to cost me in dignity.”
Our responses vary. “We come twice a week to listen to and find out what the needs are on the street.” “We are volunteers with the Episcopal Church and work with the homeless.” “We like to listen to people and direct them to places that provide food or shelter.”
What we don’t say is our real reason for being there. Both Amy and I feel we are called to respond to the plight of street people. We don’t know what we are doing. What we know is that there are too many people who do not or cannot fit into our society’s images of being responsible citizens. Some are afraid of being in buildings. Some are traumatized by physical violence against them. Some are confused and lost in mind. Some cannot turn their desires into employable skills. And so on.
And what we hear is that people feel they are ignored because they are worthless. They do not feel they have value. So what we do is communicate value through smiles, listening, small tokens, handshakes and hugs. Sometimes, if it is appropriate, we ask someone to pray for us—usually right then on the street.
It makes a tremendous difference when we can call someone by name we have met before. “Hey Pat, how’s it going?” is like a benediction. They notice and feel blessed. And with the exchange of greetings and warmth, we are blessed and know that we are in a holy place.
Last Wednesday, we bought some food for a diabetic who had not eaten for 36 hours. When I say that we just bought the food at a 7/11, she exclaims “You didn’t have to do that.” My immediate, spontaneous response is “Oh, yeah, we did.”
I don’t know what that meant to her but she was grinning and nodded as though it made perfect sense. I am hoping that she got that she is a person of great value and that starvation is not an option in our worldview.
Whatever happened, it was a perfect communion. A kind of—grace happened to both of us and all we can do is receive it.
Every time Amy and I return to the car after one of our days’ out, we are both grinning and happy throughout our being. We can’t explain it. Our happiest days are the days when we go outside talking to street people. God is there, we are in holy space, the whole world is bathed in light—I can’t explain it but it happens.