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it doesn't help ..
I give money to the
homeless man on the street
out of guilt, not out of love,
and thus I still feel bad ..
Published 13th Jul 2019
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13th Jul 2019 1:56am
13th Jul 2019 4:50pm
An honest (self)-observation. You're not the only one. But I think Ely's comment resolves the dilemma - for the time being.
13th Jul 2019 6:02pm
This reminds of a time I was at an intersection waiting to cross the road in front of a bar, this homeless man approached me and asked me for money. I gave him whatever ones I had and he promised me he'd buy food not boos .. he smiled a toothless smile and I thought perhaps I should have just bought him something to eat .. but truly whatever he chose to do with it was none of my business ... that I brought a smile to his face was enough ..
Something to ponder for sure .. good ink
Of course now, kindness is considered an arrestable offense
Something to ponder for sure .. good ink
Of course now, kindness is considered an arrestable offense
14th Jul 2019 1:59am
“If I speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy but don’t love, I’m nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate. . . .
If I give everything I own to the poor and even go to the stake to be burned as a martyr, but I don’t love, I’ve gotten nowhere. So, no matter what I say, what I believe, and what I do, I’m bankrupt without love.”
1 Corinthians 13:1, 3 MSG
If I give everything I own to the poor and even go to the stake to be burned as a martyr, but I don’t love, I’ve gotten nowhere. So, no matter what I say, what I believe, and what I do, I’m bankrupt without love.”
1 Corinthians 13:1, 3 MSG
14th Jul 2019 10:40am
Anonymous
17th Jul 2019 5:22am
I can relate to this wholeheartedly.
It never feels adequate.
And half my thoughts believe I'm perpetuating their situation, somehow.
It never feels adequate.
And half my thoughts believe I'm perpetuating their situation, somehow.
