Moses, Too Ugly to Prostitute

I met Moses on the corner of Elysian Fields and  Clairborne Avenues. (There is so much symbolism here, that I'll save that for an entry onto itself.)

He was holding a sign that read," Too Ugly to Prostitute." This corner is always frequented by the lost children asking for a hand-out.  I have always been partial to these folks ever since my once very rich uncle became a street person.  I had but one single dollar left in my wallet which I gladly handed over to Moses, because "you made me laugh."

That's what I told him.  How typically New Orleans when the street children are using humor to implore our help.  I remember two street people on M Street in Georgetown, VA. four Christmastides ago.  They were one block apart on a busy shopping day, each had cups in their hands.  One was smiling, the other was very somber.  I gave to the smiling man.  I know that this sounds rather snobbish of me, but something in me said that was how I was to respond.  I reinforced the smiling homeless man wrapped in his blanket on that very cold December day, because he made me smile.

Ironic isn't it. I am supposed to make him smile with my donation.  I worked with some students at the Center for Jesus on Rampart Street years ago. We were preparing a meal for the homeless men and women there.  I will never forget how a homeless man, who had his seizure medication confiscated by the police, was ministering to us!  Here he was, with the potential to seize at any moment, telling us how wonderful God was.

I will leave the conclusions for you, dear readers to draw.

Peace,

Rosalynn