
Today I panhandled on State Street for the first time with my new friends. I met them last night, she is 4 months pregnant and they are married and on the streets. I met them to hear their story and find out why they are on the streets and try to help them toward next steps. He gave me his sign and said, “You try it.” The sign said, “I’ll bet you one dollar you can read this.” Well, I was on the other side of the sign now, and noticed how the eyes of passers by darted to the left and the right so they didn’t “owe me one dollar.” Even though I panhandle on facebook, the feeling is not quite the same. We laughed about it and I shared that I am a bad homeless beggar. I didn’t make a dime.
We became friends pretty quickly over Hamburger Habit
But I asked them if I could tell you their story so I could help them and others like them, and they said “sure.”
They have been married for a few years now, and have made mistakes. Meth is the big one. He has done time, and she has two other kids in foster care because of some of these mistakes. He is done with parole, they are clean now. They want their kids back. They are struggling to find housing as a married, pregnant family because shelter in Santa Barbara in their situation is tough.
Their lives are sometimes threatened on the streets – which means the life of a young unborn child is also being threatened.
They have been looking for work as well. He has work Tuesdays and Thursdays, but she can’t find work as a young pregnant woman. He has tatoos and that makes him not hirable to some…
When she talked about her kids, what has happened to her family, wanting her kids back – she cries right there on the street. I believe in multiple chances. I suffer to leave them today and come to work – and in my mind I see her reunited with her kids and this is all a distant memory.
We are currently working with not one, not two, but three pregnant women on the streets. And I can tell you this, these women did not have the middle class family protection that I grew up with. We are talking throwaways, abused, neglected, or foster cases.
When the system breaks down, when no one else cares, there is a son of man who does care… and time has come for a movement. Time has come for answers empowered from on high, by a people formed expressly for that purpose. Tens – Hundreds – Thousands.
And I am compelled to share these stories, love these friends, until I see it happen – or if I don’t see it happen – it will be those of you who are younger. We are late one revolution – every forty years there is supposed to be one – the 60’s/70’s are over – the Jesus people should cause the next big wave. Perhaps it can start right here in Santa Barbara.
“When love comes to town, I’m going to jump that train, when loves comes to town, I’m going to catch that plane…” U2
This summer the movement gets bigger – and into fall I hope we have volunteer street teams meeting these friends, connecting them to the right places, and creating SHALOM SANTA BARBARA.
I hope to see them again Sunday!