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A Beacon House Tale

February 28, 2011

Faith is a bridge shinning like a “Becon” in the darkness, your guiding light of trust and faith bring us home so all can find sustenance.We are a prefect reflection of your innocence, though our mistakes take many forms your love is changeless,enduring and eternal.Like a Becon House on the shores of desperation we search for a way to tear away the veil of our ignorance.In our commitment to you Holy Mother we commit to our own enlightment,forgiveness and wisdom.

Its One thirty on a cold dank winter,Monday afternoon.I’m standing with a volunteer in Becon House making a jest at the fact Ive left my baggs in a cart out side the door in the cold to just browse while Im waiting for my daughter who is on her way to pick me up.An hour and one half ago a dear friend dropped me off.The volunteer on the cash made a comment “you better keep a eye on your bag we have thing disappear around here sometimes”.We smiled and then I thought; can you imagine stealing from a Charity House!

Later on I remembered over the past Christmas I was standing at the back register and saw just that!!I was shocked and did not know what to do and it was Christmas.

That sparked this whole idea and so we’ll trust the Universe and just see where it leads, in good faith and unattached to outcomes.One my way out the door”Im going to blog about Becon House stories” I said.She and her co-workers chuckled at the thought.

These are not stories about Becon House they are merely my experiences as a person in need there.They are not meant to be a reflection or an advertisement on their behalf  nor to deter one from Becon House.They tales and are told in my own style of story telling.So lets get started.

I look out on a yellow building, looks like another warehouse you would see in any town.Long and wide enough for three 18 wheelers to be stored inside.

Im a person with a disability( that’s another story) so Ive seen a few.Today Ima retired Social Worker.Our family went through some hard times and so I have been to many charities over the years;yet for the first time I felt respect here.I felt these folk really want to be here; they were talking and laughing with each other and working away.So I came back.

Now its three years later and ive seen and gone throught some very sad yet strengthening tales.Some very funny ones.So lets get right to it then !

I was on one side of the bin she was on the other.A red head women was pulling for the same peice of cloth as was I. We smiled then began to speak.She was a nurse on her way home from work and was side swipped by a car at three in the morning. She had, had four operations and was now out, still three years later, on disability.She was looking for clothes for her self and her daughter.

“I come here about twice a month, and almost everything I buy is a brand name”,ha ha ha.We joked and made light of the situation together.I was made to feel its ok to be here and so was she.We give what we have when we can where we can.Water finds its own level and darkness cannot hide here, all are made to feel its ok to be here for awhile.That’s the miracle of living that takes place here.Someone today bought me a sweater its not brand new but plenty of wear in it yet.Waste not want not.With wisdom and in moderation we all have enough, there is aplenty for all.These are a few thoughts Ive had on that day she and I had our five minute chat.

Some call these clothes sad because they may have come from a death or the passing of a loved one.I know people who do not want to go there for this reason.I call them Holy clothes.If I was in heaven and could look over at you wearing a blouse I loved so much and it was only a few months old I d be so happy to know you have it on for all to see and to be warm in and to look pretty for the day.So they are Holy clothes for me you can have your own opinion.Some people think its embarrassing to go there, for the charity of it all.I say Christ is right there with us, smiling at us silly ones looking for more than what we deserve.It takes more courage to ask for help than to go cold or hungry like a fool when we live in a community where it would all be thrown out into the garbage anyway.These women really do believe “in God all things are possible”.We can feed the multitudes.

I met a man the other day who told me as he was packing the meat in on of the local grocery stores it takes all he can muster to stay there and work and if he could find work elsewhere he would be gone! “You would be shocked if you saw the waste that goes out the back to the garbage each night from the high cost of it all.It just sits in the stores and gets thrown out.SAD! Unlike this story I was able to say to him ,”you should see the happy people at Becon House coming in and out.people love to work there.Its cherry and hopeful”.

Im glad I was able to make eye contact with the red-headed nurse who was ill.Im glad the girls were there to serve us, Im so thankful for the principles of care and unconditional Love our Lord taught and that my mom was part of that tradition and now I can see it when it is right under my nose because she taught it to me.Im so glad I feel part of my community and have so much to offer from many intentions and motives of interaction.People who claim shame are shameful.God Bless us all.

So Ill close for today with a poem.

have you a little brook in your heart

where bashful flowers blow

and blushing birds go there to drink

and shadows tremble so?           Emily Dickenson

 

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