When the Son of Man Comes

Tuesday night I met a friend for coffee at Tim Horton’s. Just as I was leaving, a young man with a cardboard sign asked me for money.

“Want a pair of socks?” I asked.

“Sure,” he said and smiled.

I took a pair out of my bag and handed it to him. “There’s a Tim Horton’s card inside and a power bar. My name’s Esther.”

“Mine’s Matt.”

“Matt? As in Matt and Jessica?”

He stared at me in disbelief and began to cry. “Yes. But Jess went back home to live with her parents,” he mumbled. “I miss her so much.”

A few months ago, I was volunteering with the Progressive Outreach Van at St.Stephen’s. We were having a slow day, so I decided to tour the area on my bike and see if I could drum up business. The outreach worker asked me to keep an eye out for a couple named “Matt” and “Jessica” who were on the list for housing.

In a pedestrian underpass, I saw their shopping cart and the outline of two bodies in sleeping bags. Jessica stuck out her head and greeted me warmly when I said hello. I put muffins and cereal bars in their cart and let them know we’d be around until two. She thanked me and said they’d drop by, but they didn’t.

I saw Jessica again panhandling on Christmas Eve. I was driving home after the late service and had to circle back to talk to her. I rolled down my window to give her a pair of socks and was instantly chilled by the frigid air. I invited her and Matt to the Wednesday Lunch Club’s Christmas dinner. “The directions to the church are inside,” I said. She called me an angel and said they’d come, but they didn’t.

Now here was Matt with tears rolling down his cheeks.

“Let’s go inside and sit down,” I said. “Want a coffee or hot chocolate? Something to eat?”

It was the first meal he’d had all day. He reminisced about Jessica and how the people who ran the hostel loved them and would often give them a two-for-one deal. But today had been hard; people were unkind. He prayed that something good would happen. Now it had, and he was grateful.

I watched him enjoy his food. His hands were swollen and his lips chapped, but he had beautiful teeth. So many people I meet who are homeless have rotten and missing teeth. “I don’t do drugs,” he said and pushed up his sleeves. His strong unblemished forearms looked like my son’s.

“I want to call Jess but I can’t. I won’t or she’ll come back in a minute, and that wouldn’t be good. Not for her.” He teared up again. “I’m sorry.”

I asked him about his family. He told me his father had disowned him and his mother died of a heart attack at fifty-six. “She was my best friend.”

I gave him money for transit and the hostel. (Burnaby doesn’t have a homeless shelter.) “This is good. I’ll get work at Labour Ready tomorrow, then I’ll be set.” He looked me in the eyes, “I thank you. My mother thanks you,” he said. “I want to stay in touch and let you know how I do.”

“I’m at St. Stephen’s on Sundays. You don’t need to come to church. Come afterwards for coffee and cookies. I’ll be there.”

“I like coffee and cookies. And church, too.”

I hugged him goodbye–like a mother hugs a son.

Do not fear, for I have redeemed you;
I have called you by name,
you are mine.
–Isaiah 43:1 (NRSV)

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Love Mischief for the World

Since 1981, Progressive Housing Society, outreach workers like Nicole (left) have provided support services to adults living with mental health issues or facing homelessness. They are a registered non-profit charity, working with over 250 clients in the Burnaby area. “We believe in empowering people to live well. That’s why we help clients with their basic needs while also helping them to live as independently as possible in the community. Access to food, shelter, and healthcare is essential, but we also help clients to develop and maintain life-skills. All of our programs are designed to support clients with their individual needs and preferences in mind.” –Progressive Housing Society

Burnaby’s Society to End Homelessness, which includes organizations such as Progressive Housing Society, has been urging our city, provincial and federal leaders to work together to provide impoverished citizens of Burnaby more than an emergency shelter which is only available in extreme weather conditions.

What love mischief are you and God doing to care for the world?
Let me know and I will include it in an upcoming post.

Credits and References:
“When the Son of Man comes” are the opening words of Jesus in Matthew 25:31-46 in which he says. “I was hungry and you fed me.” That phrase is also found in Luke 18:8 in which Jesus says, “…when the Son of Man comes, will he find faith on the earth?”
“Homeless Jesus on a Bench” by Ancho. In public domain.
“Homeless” by Mark O’Rourke. Used with permission.
Photo of Nicole and Progressive Housing Society‘s outreach van used with permission.
© Esther Hizsa, An Everyday Pilgrim, 2018.
Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without permission from Esther Hizsa is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used provided there is a link to the original content and credit is given as follows:
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About Esther Hizsa

Esther is a spiritual director and writer. She lives in Burnaby with her husband, Fred, and they have two grown children and two grandchildren.
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4 Responses to When the Son of Man Comes

  1. Deb Steinkamp says:

    Esther, you are a blessing to the world! Thanks for sharing this story of your compassion and courage!

    Love, Deb

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Esther Hizsa says:

    Thanks, Deb.
    I was so honoured and amazed at how everything worked together so that I knew who he was. It’s such a gift to be known. This experience made me want to learn (and remember, that’s a trick) the names of every person in my neighbourhood that I give socks to. It’s not many and I now see how important this is.


  3. Ted Martens says:

    Wonderful lesson on seeing people and their need and not being judgemental. I like how you finished…gave a hug like a mother. Wonderful and blessings to you.


    Liked by 1 person

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