I have been pondering over a question asked of me last week. The question was why do I write so much about situational or hypothetical social issues? All of my stories aren’t about hypothetical social issues? Some are about fantasy and science fiction. Most of them fantasy.
I guess the answer is I have never been one to stick my head in the sand and pretend things aren’t there. Perhaps it’s the way I was brought up. I watched my parents and grandparents do things beyond the normal level of care for many people and was surprised so many people remembered them when they were sick and passed away. I watched them do things like give the homeless a place to stay, feed people we didn’t know. Clothe people who had lost everything for whatever reasons, give vegetables from the garden to people who had lost their job, conduct neighborhood fund raising parties for people about to lose their home, allow single parents to leave their under school age children at our home for free while they worked.
As a child growing up, I remember going with my mother and grandmother attending the sick and invalids, doing their laundry, cooking their food, cleaning their houses and no one was paying them to do these things. They sent us children to visit introvert neighbors to see that they were ok. Take them a plate of food. We learned to deal with their grunts of assessments that they were fine. Eventually, these shy people started coming out their shell and would come for dinner when invited. They fact that we showed them someone cared about them changed their outlook on life.
The list goes on and on. I know it is difficult to do many of these things today for there’s so much crime and you have to be careful of who you take into your home.
I used to do volunteer work for a domestic violence shelter. Most people may not be aware of this but a very large percentage of the homeless are women and children. And many of them comes from violent situations. I had never encountered it until I volunteered to work for a center. My mother talked about it, told me all men aren’t like the men I knew such as my father, uncles and grandfathers. Some are violence and if he hit one time. Leave. Because he will hit again and again and often until he kills.
It may sound like my parents were hippies but they weren’t. They were real Christians and these are the things real Christians do without thanks or any one having to tell them to do them.
You see, real Christians are tolerate of other people and their differences. They don’t gossip behind your back, they tell you your faults to your face and try to help you with them, if they can.
Real Christians don’t judge nor expect perfection out of people. Nor cast imperfect people aside. For we are all imperfect. I notice so many teach nowadays do not associate or talk to people who are considered undesirables. Jesus did. So why can’t you? All kinds of people have passed through my life. Some cussed worse than Ahab on the deck of the Pequod, some had alcohol and drug problems but they were always respectful around my parents and grandparents and the family was aware the person had problems. I have seen more evil and bad things done by the so-called upstanding people than those who society have labeled an outcast.
Like, I said some of the things my parents did it would be dangerous to do them nowadays, this was a different era, the 1970’s and 80’s and much have changed since then. But do that which you can, don’t walk pass the homeless person in the doorway trying to stay alive. You never know, you maybe walking pass an angel. God test people. I know there’s a lot of charity fraud nowadays. But if the person is lying. Let it be between them and God. 1 to 5 dollars isn’t going to put a dent in any one’s budget. To deny someone one to five dollars for a cup of coffee or a meal is being cheap and spiteful. There’s no other word to describe it. If you never give anything, you will never receive anything. You don’t know what life holds for you down the road. Life is a funny thing. You can be riding high today and in the gutter tomorrow. If you have never paid anyone attention other than those whom you consider on your level. Then I pity you. For if you lose your status today most of those people aren’t going to associate with you tomorrow.
It doesn’t take wearing it on your sleeves 24/7 to do goodwill. No one has to know you are doing it but you and the one you are helping. It doesn’t have to be a public announcement.
But if your life is firmly planted in the Rock of Ages no matter who you encounter you won’t be swayed by their words and actions. They will swayed be by the life you present to them. You would be surprised at what can come into your hand when you open your heart and mind to give unto others. The one you do for is most likely aren’t going to be the one who do for you when you need help. But mark my word, someone will.