Yesterday I spoke of meeting a lot of people as I worked with my Personalized Poetry and most were just wonderful and friendly. Today, I want to talk about one gentleman in paticular. I recently learned of his passing and it saddened me. He was up in age, but his desire to help others astounded me.
His request was a bit different than any other clients I had. He befriended a young man who he felt impelled to help at all costs. He so much as opened his home to him and took care of him. He was homeless due to being kicked out of his home and rebelliousness. He was a cross dresser and gay.
Now, I know this may be a very sensitive subject for most and I do not mean to offend, but I am a very God-fearing woman and being that I had read God’s Bible thoroughly, I know what God says about his lifestyle.
I was hesitant about what this client was doing since this young man also came from a long line of criminal activity. He called and asked me to write a poem stating his Godly love for this young man and how he would be there for him. He wanted so much to turn this young man’s life around for the better. He was living by example.
I myself had not ever made such a bold effort and his desire to not fear even though he was physically and mentally abused by this young man astounded me. After that first call and conversation, this client also had a need for an ear; My ear! His family did not approve at all and feared he would squander away his livelihood.
He too somewhat feared this young man’s intent and had reason since he stole from him here and there as things went missing in his home. Yet, he wouldn’t give up on this young man. He felt if he could help turn this young man’s life back to God, he was serving The Lord.
I felt ashamed of my own heart. How strong was my love for Christ? Not enough! I am too much of a worrier and this man feared not even dying from the hands of this young man. He wanted so much to save his soul and open his eyes to God that he did what he could for that guy without blinking an eye.
That old man would call me and pour his heart out to me. Many times I was trying to convince him to seek help and feared for his life. He knew and his family knew; the authorities knew. The police had arrested him several times and he was admitted to hospitals and psychiatric wards, yet he welcomed him back every time.
The poems became personal letters because he didn’t know how to put his feelings into words. He’d tell me what he wanted to say or send to him in these facilities and I would write letters for him. I’d visit him periodically to bring the letters and chat for awhile. I enjoyed getting to know him.
One day he called and told me the young guy was in jail and going to prison this time. I think I remember him saying it was due to armed robbery and drugs but there were so many things I couldn’t keep up! Personally I was relieved from worrying about him!
I called him a couple of times after that and eventually no one answered. Not long ago I ran into his sister and she told me of his passing; and her other brother’s passing that same day! Oh how sad! My heart cried for her.
I think of him often and how he wanted so much for this young man to change and make his way back to the Lord and go to Heaven. My heart was touched every time we spoke and I realized I was not doing my part. I wasn’t using my gifts He blessed me with enough to make a difference. My brain scrambled even more on His saving grace and love. We are all called to walk different lives, yet, we are all called to walk in different steps and always with our Lord first!
