This week, St. Malachi received an acknowledgement card, the kind that usually are sent to those who offer condolences when a person has died. Although the printed verse was typical of such cards in expressing appreciation, the note was not:
Thank you for making your showers available, feeding and clothing my son and treating him like a human being.
You take in and help the most lost of the lost (heroin did this to my son) – regardless of whether they have a warrant or not. They still need the basics – even if they live under a bridge as my son did for a time. He spoke to me often about the love he felt there – not the disgust for himself he felt when the police had him (which was often). They looked on him like he was a piece of dirt. Thank you for loving the (at times) unlovable.
You do God’s work every single day. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.
My heart grieves for this family, who has lost a son. How tragic. I pray that he may be at peace with the Lord, free at last from heroin and from everything that kept him so broken and bound. … continue reading “It’s About More Than the Sandwiches”