When You Don't Know How To Help

When you answer a call to be a disciple, you find yourself opening your eyes to the needs around you. You take to heart the message of Jesus, "For when I was a hungry, you have me something to eat. When I was thirsty, you gave me something to drink. When I was a stranger, you invited me in." 

But when you start to live into this call to the least of these, there are times, when you there is nothing you can do to help. In our work at Transitions, we have hit this point almost every week as we hear a story of someone who is trying to overcome systemic discrimination. 

We can't change housing requirements that don't allow convicted felons who have served their prison sentence to rent an apartment. 

We can't employee more doctors, nurses, and medical professionals at the VA hospital so that Veterans don't have to wait so long for surgery and medical care. 

We can't change employment policies that prevent those who are fighting addiction and who are in recovery from getting a job. 

We can't change the stereotype that those who are homeless aren't trying hard enough, when we see and know people who get up every morning and go to work one and two jobs and still can't make enough to pay a regular monthly rent. 

Or can we?

Can we possible change the conversation and perception of the homeless by sharing the stories and sharing the ways our privilege has been revealed in our work? Can we possible start a conversation that would lead to housing reform, more veteran medical aid, and a higher minimum wage? 

We'll never know if you we don't keep trying.