Follow Me

“I have to be at the hospital at 8:00, they may operate on my knee.” “Is there any Cinnamon Toast left?” “May we turn on the news?” “I can’t sleep very well in a new location.” “I was a little cold last night.” “I hope this isn’t decaf.” “I’d be looking for a new coach if it was my team.” I heard these things Monday morning at Fairview in the multi-purpose room, fairly typical morning stuff except for the post Super Bowl chatter.

Our Room at the Inn guests made their beds, did morning bathroom business, had breakfast, caught the bus, and got on with their day. It had been a very cold night and they were grateful there would be a cot for them at the end of the day.

They are young and old, male and female, single and married, quiet or chatty, each with their own story. They aren’t so different from us except for the wide variety of reasons they have slipped through the cracks of typical living arrangements or the social safety net. Sleeping on a cot with 47 other people in a big room is the best option they have at the moment. These are folks that don’t ”live” at an address, who at best are lucky to have a place to stay, even for a night.

Thank God for people who care and are willing to share, their church, their time, their money, their things. Thank God there are people willing to suspend (or suppress) judgment and convictions long enough to help meet someone’s basic needs. It is extra work for some and an inconvenience for others, which is exactly the point Jesus made on several occasions. Follow me, he said, but don’t expect it to be an easy street. I could spend a little time verifying the scripture verses to back this up but, today, it seems more important to see how some people slept last night.