There is a lovely, little wooded park right next to the apartment building where my wife, Judie, and I live. I often go for a walk in this park, following the trails that meander among the colorful rhododendrons and the tall Douglas Fir trees. I enjoy getting the exercise and contemplating the beauty of nature.
Over the past couple of months I have gotten to know a man who sits alone on a bench in the park almost every day. I like to stop and chat with him. Robert is middle-aged, a Veteran, and homeless. He sleeps in an undisclosed location somewhere in our neighborhood. He comes to the park each day to enjoy the quiet, safety and solitude.
My heart feels compassion for Robert. I have talked with him about finding some kind of housing. However, he finds it very hard to trust people. He would rather survive outside on his own than risk being taken advantage of again. I wish I could do more for Robert. For now I am attempting to become his friend. Someone to shoot the breeze with. Someone who cares and notices him as part of our community.
Part of the trajectory of the contemplative life is that the more we practice the more our hearts open to compassion. The more we pray the more we are moved to serve the poor and needy. I heard a Roman Catholic priest say years ago that we all should befriend at least one poor person or poor family. That is good practical advice which can make a difference. I am reminded of these powerful words of Jesus: “Whenever you did it (i.e., showed mercy, kindness or compassion) unto one of the least of these my brothers and sisters, you did it unto me.” Matthew 25:40