Dana's architecture convention started today. We are staying in The Lenox Hotel in downtown Boston in the Back Bay area. It is beautiful and historic. I feel a bit uncomfortable and out of place. I've never experienced the services of a bell-hop; his name was Sid - he served with sincerity, grace and a big smile.
We ate dinner last night outdoors -- it's only 60 degrees, but it was so inviting. The food was really good - but there was too much. When it was time to leave, I felt that I should take the huge hunk of bread from the bread basket with us. I found a way to shove it into my coat pocket. I told Dana that we could give it to someone who needed it.
You see - in a few short hours, we had already seen many people sleeping on the steps of Trinity Church and in various other places. I felt sorry for them. Amid the plenty of the restaurants and night life, there were people hurting, hungry and poor all around. I wanted to take one of them my bread.
We walked around before going to the hotel and right in front of us we saw a young woman and a young man asking for money. I said to Dana, "I should give them the bread." So instead of some coins, I offered the young man the bread. He took it graciously and thanked me.
My brother used to (and may still) pack extra lunches daily in DC to give to the homeless there. Instead of walking by those men, he met one of their needs.
About Me
- Jill
- Wife, mother and Stewardship Director of Grace Church in Erie, PA. I have the privilege of helping people learn to manage the stuff God has given them. I hope to share stories about life - handling finances, the joys and challenges of parenting, and living out a real faith in Jesus in a complex world.
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You're a great example of being a blessing to those you encounter - from learning your bellhop's name to providing food to the man who needed bread - you are living in the footsteps of Jesus.
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