As I sit here, my fingers tapI stood with a homeless friend who spoke of a pastor who did this and did that— saying it only was to make himself look good to the world. I listened as this same friend as he spoke of how a situation might appear one way to most people—but its design was to puff up the party who seemingly took an interest in the homeless to make himself look good.
I heard him speak of those observations, those he witnessed, and he assessed how other people only wanted to rise to influence, to get attention.
I took in his discontentment, and he finally said, “At the end of the day, I’m still alone. I’m still homeless. And they act like they care.”