JESUS KEEPS INTERRUPTING ME
October 8, 2019
Can you imagine looking at an emergency contact form for yourself or your children and wondering who you could possibly list?
When Chrissy shared her story with me, one of the pieces that haunted me was that as a single mom with three boys (ages 3, 8, and 10), she would look at consent forms sent from her boys’ school and realize that she had no one to write down, no one to turn to. She knew it left her boys incredibly vulnerable but what could she do?
That vulnerability is what Chrissy says it feels like to be living on the outskirts of hope.
When she found Bridge of Hope and her Neighboring Volunteers, she realized that she had finally found people with whom she belonged.
I wish Chrissy’s story was unique. But the sense of aloneness and isolation felt by families facing homelessness is overwhelmingly familiar. Families – mostly single mothers with 2 or 3 children – who are deciding if they should sleep in their car with their children tonight or use the money they were saving for first month’s rent to get a room at a short term motel. That was the choice facing a mom we heard from recently in Lancaster, PA.
I’d like to ignore the haunting sense of loneliness I hear from women struggling to get out of homelessness. But Jesus keeps interrupting me.
And I find these interruptions often move me to be a better follower of Jesus. Interruptions that move our hearts, touch us deeply, are often the voice of Jesus bumping around in our busy and active lives. If you find yourself attentive to these interruptions, it might just be that Jesus is interrupting you too. If you are looking for a response to interruptions from Jesus, view the entire eNewsletter for some ways you could get involved with Bridge of Hope.
May we always be open to interruptions,