Free Time?

It’s funny how when I first started this blog I thought I would have a whole bunch of free time to write.  So wrong! I have literally sat around trying to decide which do I want to sacrifice more, sleep or a blog entry. No I am not saying this to be dramatic, but rather to point out that I have to make choices daily between doing things that spiritually are uplifting and doing activities that aid in survival. The more I think about and experience various effects of poverty the more I want to scream at people who say poor people are lazy and do not do anything to advance themselves! *Shakes fist in air* Lay off people!

I know everyone at lots of points in their lives make choices between spiritually uplifting/enjoyable activities and healthy activities…but there is something different about it right now.  I can’t put my finger on it yet – but I felt the need to voice the opinion that there is a difference.  For it is in admitting and accepting the difference that we are able to move from competing with each other to empathy for one another.

More to come later. (So many topics to spin off of this – the Fight for Fifteen, living wages, cycles of systemic oppression, stereotypes of what it means to be poor, self-care, etc.)  I am choosing sleep for now.

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Not Another Privileged White Woman Whining…

My number one concern with starting this blog has been about whether I would end up sounding like another white woman whining about a few hard months in a long life of privilege. (And if I ever do get to this point, PLEASE call me out on it!) But in talking with others and processing what is/was happening to me, I have come to realize that my voice and my experiences could be of value to others. In going through life facing systemic issues I only read about in the past, I am learning more about empathy, imago dei, social justice, love, and ministry in ways no professor could ever teach. In sharing, I hope others have a chance to learn from me.

A year ago, I was finishing up my last year of seminary and taking a pastoral care class on homelessness and poverty. Part of the requirement for the class was to spend a significant amount of time volunteering with St. Louis Winter Outreach, an all volunteer group that reaches out to the homeless specifically when the weather outside becomes deadly. (Check them out! http://www.stlwinteroutreach.org/) The experiences I had transporting sojourners and volunteering in shelters and the stories I heard made homelessness real for me. It was no longer just an issue to deal with or about people in a bad spot on their own accord. It was about people with names and stories who ran into a spell of bad luck and then were systemically stuck. I had so many personal misconceptions blown out of the water by this class.

This year my husband and I are now the people in a bad spot due to a combination of bad luck and a few bad financial choices that anyone could make. We are stuck in systemic patterns that people don’t normally associate with educated white people. This year instead of having the misconceptions, I am the one being judged by them. I know that there are people here in the United States and the world that are experiencing the same things we are but on a far more serious level, and I don’t want to sound as though I am equating the two. Rather I hope to bring new light on how easy it is for anyone to be in the same spot, and in doing so bring some humanity to the policies of homelessness and poverty. Too often society deems people as unqualified to make basic decisions about life and in doing so forgets that all are created in the image of God. And that’s just the beginning…

In sharing my insight about experiences and policies I hope that people will look at issues of poverty and homelessness and the people who experience them in a new way. And maybe just maybe, someone will see the imago dei instead of more government spending going to waste.

As the song goes “Feeling the ache of a violent world, Let us open new sails to winds of change…” (Faithfully Angry by Richard Bruxvoort Colligan)