Across the grasslands the storm clouds were a brewing. These little cells came rolling through kicking up the dust and trash. To the south things flew. More the cells boiled up the colder it was. Each time old man north wind would howl it was with new energy and gusto. The Canadians were generous to a fault, they sent their excess colder then cold air south.
Huff an Puff and the clouds scurried off into the distance to be followed by more. All day through the night the Hawk of the north howled.
Off on a tnagent, Sunday at church a young homeless couple walked in during communion. They were pretty disheleved and haggered looking. Didn’t get much information on their situation but one thing came across, they expected help and they got some. What bothered me was the air of entitlement they had. There was no look or appearance meekness or humility, it was like, here we are… do something.
The entitlement expectations we have created as a society has created a monster and people keel into it. I have no problems helping people but what are they doing to help themselves.
There was a potluck after church that day so the couple was well fed and they got a full tank of gas to continune their journey.
It is troubling to see people like this, they seemed so helpless, yet, that is what plays on the heart strings. It was a great big question and what is the answer.