Los Angeles has become synonymous with some very key images.
Palm trees, beaches, and Valley girls for example. Those of us who live here know there is so much more than that. And some of it is very sad.
Los Angeles has been my home for 18 years. For most of those years I had a love-hate relationship with the famous city. I dreamed of getting out. Going to college in another city or state was my dream. Of course, that didn’t happen. I stayed pretty local.
The Lord knows if or when I’ll move away, but I know I’m here for a reason after all these years and have not been able to leave.
Growing up I saw countless homeless people. Some of them I even talked to- they knew me, I knew them and they watched me grow up. I watched some of them find homes and jobs. I watched others disappear over time, never to be heard from again. There were many more of the latter cases.
My heart is saddened by the very thought of a homeless person dying in the forgotten corners of the greater Los Angeles area, but that’s a reality.
Recently I’ve had it in my heart to really pray for and help the homeless people in my city and partner with others who have the same heart for the homeless.
As Christians we must love people and be compassionate. It took me long enough, but God’s timing is perfect. I vow from this day forth to pray for, feed, and minister to the homeless in any way I can while I’m still in the area.
Will you join me in praying not only for the homeless in LA and all over the world?
By this we know love, because He laid down His life for us. And we also ought to lay down our lives for the brethren. But whoever has this world’s goods, and sees his brother in need, and shuts up his heart from him, how does the love of God abide in him? My little children, let us not love in word or in tongue, but in deed and in truth. (I John 3:16-18 NKJV)