Years ago, before my husband and I found the help we needed for our PTSD issues, we both became too disabled to work. We sold our blood plasma to buy food. Our electricity was cut off, and we were evicted when we could not pay rent. In the church we had been attending regularly for over a year, we were shunned. Exactly like this post describes.
“You say, ‘I am rich; I have acquired wealth and do not need a thing.’ But you do not realize that you are wretched, pitiful, poor, blind, and naked.”
Kim had worked with the homeless for decades, but recently she took on a “project” that took her more deeply into their world. Disguising herself as a “bag lady,” she created an alter-ego named “Jean.” For several months this author went out incognito into her city in North Carolina, visiting churches of various denominations, from Catholic to Baptist to Pentecostal, from main-line denominations to non-denominational churches. She documented her experiences and compiled…
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