SUNDAY BREAKFAST MISSION
110 N. Poplar Street
Wilmington, DE 19801
Sunday Breakfast Mission serves the homeless, addicted and impoverished through Christ-centered programs to meet their spiritual, social and physical needs. Their primary goal is to restore people to right relationship with God, their families and society.
DID YOU KNOW?
Did you know he/she who gives to the poor, lends to the Lord?
Yes, Proverbs 19:17 confirms this. Folks, that tells me that it’s a loan that is guaranteed
to be repaid. Not only repaid, but paid back with great interest. I’m not talking your local
bank-loan interest. I’m talking loan-shark, pay-day loan interest and then some.
So what does your interest look like?
So, next time that you are walking down the street and you see a homeless person with outstretched arms, you do not have to cross over to the other side and pretend you did not see him or her. Neither do you assume that he or she wants to use it to buy drugs or cigarettes (although the person may very well plan to, but its better to err on the side of giving). Give him or her the benefit of the doubt first. You might find that the individual probably didn’t eat anything for the day. Using wisdom, find out what is the area of need (yes, it's okay to engage in conversation with such a person; it’s easy to do if you visualize YOU or your children being in that position some day). Then take the person in a store/ restaurant if you can and purchase the item, or if he or she is not allowed in (which usually is the case), then, you go in and buy something — ANYTHING!!! It only takes about 5 minutes and it will not only bless him or her to know that someone cares, but it will bless you to have given. Try it, it’s a great feeling. Trust me!!! Especially when you are “so-called” broke or have suffered a business loss, or a stock-market drop (for you business men). Can I tell you—that is a great time to give? Once your motives are pure (and they must be), out of your sacrifice, comes exponential blessings!
I always look at it this way—I’m God’s hands extended here on the earth. Plus, we as a society, are supposed to be each other’s keeper. Moreover, I’ve learn that today is his/her day, tomorrow might be yours or mine. I think of my two sons every time I give to the homeless. It’s a seed sown, trusting in God that they never become homeless. Believe it or not, just like the bad stuff you do, the good you do, comes back to you! If not you, your children, and grandchildren. I’m not talking about being good because someone is watching or because you are hoping to get your name out there for hidden-agenda purposes and ulterior motives, I’m talking about giving when no one is looking, and nobody gives too flying hoots besides God (what God cares about is a clean heart and pure motives). Can I tell you that it’s not always about giving to a non-profit organization because you can claim it back on taxes, but rather, giving sacrificially knowing that there is a God in Heaven who sees the things we do secretly and vows to reward us openly (Matt. 6:1-4). Will you be God’s hands extended today?
One day, I was walking up Delaware Avenue in Wilmington, Delaware, on my way to the post office. Not sure who had the bright idea to move it all the way up there!!! Well, I was approached by this very tall, Caucasian man (race doesn’t matter to me, but just wanted to show that this is not just a minority thing). As he sauntered towards me, I knew he was going to ask me for money, and he did (I swear I have a sign on my forward that draws people to ask). Well, I assessed him from head to toe and came to the conclusion that he was just a junkie looking for the next fix—possibly heroin (yes, I did). Well, I usually give to anyone once I feel led to do so, but that day, I was not feeling very charitable. I had already made up my mind that I was not going to give him one dime! I must have woken up on the wrong side or something (or maybe had too many gun-permit calls that day). Oh, I know what it was—I was a tad perturb about having to walk so far –from 4th and King to Delaware Avenue (OMG!) in 6 inch high heels. So, what did I do? I barked at him—“Don’t you know gentlemen are suppose to look out for ladies; not the other way around?” He fled! I was convicted immediately. God placed it on my heart that I did not know his circumstances and therefore could not place judgment. Well, I was hoping to see him as I returned, hoping to ask him his story and make a wrong, right, but I didn’t get to see him again. I did get my opportunity the very next day to help someone else, thus, redeeming myself (in my mind).
What I am trying to say is that everyone that is homeless is not a “bum.” Nobody should be called a “bum.” We really do not know how they ended up in the situation, and to be honest, each of us is one step away from homelessness—one paycheck away, one bad stock market decision away; one black-jack game away; one bad boss, therefore, one firing away; one home-fire away; one hurricane away; one divorce away. I can go on and on like that annoying little energizer bunny, but I know you have gotten my point.
Folks, bring your thoughts into alignment with scripture that says, “A new command I give you: Love one another. As I have loved you, so you must love one another. By this everyone will know that you are my disciples, if you love one another” (John 13:34&35; NIV). Never, ever forget--WE are God's hands extended here on Planet Earth--to the sick and the afflicted; the desolate and the oppressed.