“My retarded sister is going to be homeless by the end of the week and no one will help me,” the young woman said.

Sandra Price of Loving Hands and FiA called me and said we had to do something. I spoke to Rebecca’s sister who explained that she had an IQ of 70 and petit mal seizures fairly well controlled by meds. “She can’t work but Social Security turned her down.  We don’t know why. We got her a driver’s license at age 27 but three wrecks later decided that was a bad idea. She can’t cook except in a microwave she has no hand eye coordination.”

Rebecca’s husband divorced her, DFACS took her two children and gave them to her sister, and her mother was unable to take her in.  So mother and sister placed her at a hotel but they were almost out of money.

I called the local mental retardation association and an extremely kind lady said she was sorry but they had no funding. She gave me another number and the person who answered said to call a different number.

This happened four times. Finally I got to a human being with the goverment who listened sympathetically.  Then she said: “we will assign a caseworker.”

But what could the government do to save a retarded young woman from being homeless in the next 72 hours, I asked.

“Nothing.” She said. “There is nothing we can do.”

Part Two To Follow……

Mark, Randy, William and I traveled to Carrolton to bring Ungela a queen bed, sofa set, dryer, and other items.  She is a very sick woman with lupus and nearly blind and she felt so poorly during the visit we only spoke to her for a few moments before she went to bed.

Out in her front yard a pretty young woman dropped off a young man who sauntered by us rather smugly and it appeared to me he was intoxicated. I greeted him by paying his lady friend a compliment. He laughed and said, “its p—sy. If you want it, get it.”

I smiled back and said, “we follow Jesus, we don’t do that.”

He turned his head in shame and quickly walked away. Mark spoke to him and prayed for him but we don’t think he accepted the Lord. “You really convicted him,” Mark said. “It upset him when he made that crude remark and you came back at him with Christ.”

Very often I despair at how the church fails at doing what the Lord would have us do.  What would happen if each of us carried Christ within us and His light shone so bright that the rest of the world could see nothing else? What if our praise of Jesus drowned out popular culure? What if the Lord’s peace was in so many of us, the world would turn away from drugs and alcohol and turn instead towards Him?

If we know Jesus, the only thing stopping others from knowing Him, is us.