Street Stories

Weblog of Seattle minister to the homeless Rick Reynolds, Operation Nightwatch

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Caring for human beings seems like the best use of my time, homeless or not.

Tuesday, September 16, 2014

Step it up

Hey, Preach. You for real? Listen to me, man.
I give good advice to everyone but myself,
Lord, don't I know.
I tell my friend what to do with his money,
Then throw mine away.
I need you to pray for me. Right now.
It's the right time. Use the right words. Pray.

 -- I pray for his wisdom and strength.
 Amen. You know what? This shelter is fine.
They give you food, and clothes, and a place to sleep.
But they don't give you nothing for right here.

His bony finger jabs his chest. Right here.
   - poking at his heart.
You guys are here on Thursday.
We love the pizzas and all,
but a man needs more than food.

Silently, he points to his heart again.
You gotta step it up. Once a week won't do.
Yeah. Step it up.      

Monday, August 25, 2014

Looking for a home



We’ve got the mats, the blankets, and the staff. But we are looking for a home. A place, overnight, where 80 guys, properly supervised, can collapse for the night, and try to get a new start in the morning.


For many years our  generous hosts have let us use their space overnight. This is coming to an end at the end of December.  We have to move.


This is what homeless people go through on a personal level, only worse. 


“Maybe a friend will let us stay.”   “Maybe we can double up with another non-profit.” “Maybe there will be a dramatic last-minute rescue.”


Then the somber adults start to ask questions. “What can you afford?” The answer is, not that much. Not in today’s over-heated real-estate market in Seattle. “You need to put together a funding proposal.” I looked with despair at the government forms, with unanswerable questions.  


I think about the fragility of life on the edge, which describes all 80 of our homeless friends who sleep in this shelter. For people with mental health issues, these changes are overwhelming. When you have nothing, and then even that is threatened, it can have dire consequences.


There are buildings out there. If you can buy us one, now would be the time. About 3,000 square feet would be nice. 

Prayers - and ideas - appreciated.

Monday, August 11, 2014

Fudgsicles



It was a single stroke of genius,
an oasis in a desert of a bungled day
when I decided
Fudgsicles
should be given to heat-afflicted homeless people.

Deacon Frank and I paraded around
a homeless camp,
no Pied Piper needed,
no out-of-tune tinny music on an endless loop
like the summertime daily attraction of my childhood.

Our homeless friends found us in all our abundance,
dishing out one here, two there,
and the numbers grew, another and another
and then the wave broke.
We stood around, finally,
talking survival, clutching our
thawing boxes,
happy homeless friends with
chocolate running down,
chocolaty lips smacking,
the delicate savoring
of the stick.

As we left, we offered the remains,
and found reluctant takers
one here, one there.
The last one offered is declined.
“I’m fudged out!”
and we laughed together.

It is as it should be for all of us at times.
That abundance.
You may not have a roof over your head,
you may be overwhelmed with life
you may have a really crappy day,
but then
Fudgsicles.

Friday, June 13, 2014

Legion

















Last night at midnight

  we looked into the face

       of a homeless wretch --

    a man, living in total subjugation

        to his primal disordered brain.

With hurricane force

   he spewed raw anger,

     screaming irrationally at those

       who want to help, but can’t.

There is no shelter to contain him.

     No options. In any program. Anywhere.

Until he throws a punch,

    pulls a knife,

       jumps out a window,

he is free to wander through the night.

His name is Legion. We have seen him before.

He is gathering strength.



God bless those shelter workers

who persevere
in the face of Belial.

Monday, June 09, 2014

The panhandler



There is a space
between the lines
between the words
where there is room
for the real story of a life
to be discovered, 
tasted, smelled, handled.
**
That guy on the corner --
an aged drunk, using all guile to
extend his buzz --
was  
quoted, with all eloquence
fifty years ago. Today,
I held the magazine
and read the quote
and heard it read
and shook my head.
**
There is an instant
between the days
between the moments
when there is time
for the real story of a life
to be discovered, 
tasted, smelled, and handled.

Friday, June 06, 2014

Making friends



 



















When you help Operation Nightwatch,
you are making friends, and opening doors.

You are making friends with strangers and aliens,
people who live in the shadows,
and have no place to lay their heads at night.

You are opening doors to homeless people,
welcoming them into shelter and housing,
and guiding them in the path of wholeness.

Making friends. Opening doors.
Together. Thank you for your help.