“Would you care for something to eat?” – Facing Homelessness

I’m torn because the decision was somewhat arbitrary. If he had accepted my offer of food, I would have given him money as well. But since he refused the food, I couldn’t be sure.
Let me back up.
Late Thursday night I was on my way to buy a small hostess gift for a dear friend. The shop I headed for sits at the heart of the homeless congregation point at the local outdoor mall; which we Los Angelenos call the Third Street Promenade. Overall, I am pretty reluctant to hand out money to men on the street. I’ve felt this way since the early 90’s when I lived in New York City. You see I gave $50 to a kid holding a sign promising that he needed only $71 more to get back home. I bumped into him three days later on the other side of town, with the same sign of course. First I felt sad and disappointed, and then just stupid. Since then I’ll give food, anytime. But cold hard cash is another matter.
So as I approached the boutique, I spot an absolutely adorable little boy giggling and cuddling on a man’s lap. The man is apparently the boy’s father, at least that’s what the sign says. It reads: “Single father, clean record, available for handy work.” The child is immaculate; his white blond hair shiny and close cropped. His large, wide, bright blue eyes clear and present and his dimpled, rosy cheeks, well scrubbed. I hate that it crosses my mind that this child could be rented, or unsafe somehow. But it does. I decide to suspend my disbelief, as much as I can, and accept that they are who the sign says they are.
As I am coming out of the boutique I am still uneasy, but decide to give them money. Almost. As I head out, I stop and ask the saleswoman if she knows them to be legit. She doesn’t, but strongly encourages me to offer food not money.
And here’s the exchange that bothers me. I head out, walk up to the father smiling and ask, “Would you like something to eat?” He responds, “We’ve already eaten.” Full stop. I say, with a smile, “Okay, then,” and walk on.
I don’t know if I did the right thing. What can I know for sure? In my neck of the woods, in Los Angeles, more and more people are losing their incomes, their homes; their way. And just behind them are the folks who are upside down in their mortgages and barely hanging on – whatever that means. I don’t know what to make of it all. I just try to listen to my heart very closely right now. I know that’s where God speaks to me and I am trying to stay in His light.
**Please share YOUR thoughts about this. Is homelessness up where YOU are? Are YOU seeing more people living on the streets? How do YOU handle it?**





















