So here's the situation-
I left city living about six years ago. Recently, I returned to Denver and found myself surprised by the large homeless population. Where did all of these people come from or were they always there, and I'm just now noticing?
Do you know I've never given money to anyone on the street? Not a dollar, not a quarter, not a dime...nothing ever.
As God is moving me to think about our giving as a family, I am thankful that I am forced to stop and evaluate my thoughts on giving as an individual.
Why don't I give to people on the street? I guess a part of me believes a lot of the homeless people I see panhandling don't need the money, and they are just trying to scam. A part of me thinks back to that time in college when my husband and his friends were robbed one late night in Chicago. A part of me worries that my giving is going to contribute to an addictive behavior or enable a person to stay on the street. I guess a part of me just feels better, safer, and cleaner when I cross the street and find a distraction so I don't have to think about a possibly awkward encounter. Then a big part of me wonders what I should say when my daughter asks why I don't give, and I don't have an answer.
This time when she asked I replied, "I don't know. Do you want a Jamba Juice?"