A homeless man who is mentally ill and needs some warm clothes.
A welfare mom who was born to a welfare mom and doesn’t know any better.
A woman whose husband has left her, alone and afraid with small children and without income.
A person who knows how to work the system.
A drug addict who is looking for something to steal to sell for money for more drugs.
A pregnant woman who has no home.
A family who, due to the economy, has lost their home.
A person with excess who hasn’t learned to give.
A religious person who stands in judgment of it all.
A person who looks away because they are afraid.
A person who believes others owe them something.
A teen who feels entitled because all of her life she’s been told she is princess.
A cheater who thinks others don’t know.
A person who can never get enough because of their poverty mindset.
A smooth operator.
A person who points fingers at everyone but themselves.
I meet these people every day in my ministry. They all have one thing in common. They are broken. For whatever reason, for whatever circumstance, they are broken. Powerful in their original design by the Father but life has taken its toll.
Everyone to an extent is chipped and fragmented. Some hide it better than others, others insist that everything is fine. I can’t ignore it. I can’t fix it. I can only lead them to the One that has a remedy. Nights like tonight it seems overwhelming.
Pastor Susan 
There is probably a lot more broken people including children than we are aware of, I have been sad about something in Saturdays local newspaper students in our elementary schools wrote to Santa Claus and everyone wrote about wanting ipods, playstations, bikes, nintendo ids and one student wrote “Dear Santa all I want for Christmas is socks and a football.” I was in tears he wrote his name and he goes to school at one of the elementaries that my husband works at, I said “I am going to buy these items, and deliver the to the office and put from Santa” I could see my husband was just as touched as I was, this year the true meaning of Christmas is what’s important—GIVING
Unfortunately it’s deeper than that. The angel tree in our community has 93 names on it. All kids between the ages of 12-17. People took care of the little ones but the older ones don’t garner any attention. I’m heading over there tomorrow with some gift cards. The economy being what it is I know it’s hard for everyone but we can’t neglect a kid just because they are older.
the teen gifts around here got even messier this weekend…
http://www.kansas.com/934/story/1097311.html?storylink=omni_popular
hard to even imagine…
That is just sad.
I think every human being has a part of them that is broken. Many times it’s ignored, not talked about, the pain is too deep, and the pride or shame too thick. I am so touched by this blog today. My husband and I visited a couple people we know who ended up in the Psyche Ward at the hospital, and we passed by the Psyche Ward for CHILDREN! It made me so sad, I never realized, those poor children… and some adults you just want to smack upside the head
It’s sad when children are so carelessly treated and broken so early in life. I’m with you TQO, you just want to lay hands on some people!