Tulsa Excursion

I along with about thirty of my friends have taken three trips to Tulsa to hand out clothes and feed the homeless. We set donated food and clothing out in a park and the homeless flood in to consume everything we offer them. After all the supplies are gone and we have witnessed to as many people as will lend us an ear, we leave. As we drive home I am forced to contemplate why exactly I do these acts of service. Am I helping them by babying them so that they are not forced to go out and apply for a job? As I think about these people who live in a cardboard box or on a park bench, I cannot help but think that it must be at least mostly their fault. Is it seriously that impossible to get a job in this country? I do feel sorry for them, but let’s just say sympathy is not on the top of my spiritual strengths list. I did feel horrible that I got to go home to my nice, warm dorm room and they were forced to remain on the freezing streets, but there must be a way out of it. I just applied to stuff envelopes for a little extra money. Could they not do that? Nevertheless, I will continue to visit them there on the street, because every trip I have had the opportunity to share my faith with at least one of them and that is enough to guarantee my presence at the next trip to downtown Tulsa.