TacyPyles

Tacy Pyles

Dr. Campbell

TN Alternative Spring Break

Journal Entry 3

09 March 09

Tired, broken faces - everything they own on their backs - just looking for a place of rest at a picnic table. Eyes of resentment that understandably say, “You will never comprehend where I come from.” Rooms built for two people, yet housing four to six people. Working at the Nashville homeless shelter today brought about a lot of frustrating feelings, but one must take the good with the bad.

Though today was hard in many ways, it was also beautiful in many ways. Today we were able to work in the kitchen (not going to lie - it was significantly better than working in the basement). We did everything from talking with the residents to cutting up garlic to scrubbing tables. Everyone expressed so much appreciation - making it a very humbling experience.

James (not the one we worked with on Saturday) came up to me and said, “So, I want to know why you really came on this trip. What is your personal reason for being here?”

After thinking for a minute, I told him, “I guess I realize how blessed I am. I feel like God has blessed me, enabling me to serve and love others. It’s not me - it’s him. I love being here and I love being given this opportunity to serve.”

Very moved by my response, we entered into a wonderful conversation about community, faith and the fact that “nothing separates you from me. Not a dollar sign. Not skin color. We are no different.”

As we were getting ready to leave, a man named Willy said, “I have a personal favor to ask of you guys. Would you please pray for me? My daughter has been missing since Friday and we have an Amber Alert out for her.”

I was so inspired. We walk around Nashville and we listen to people telling us how wonderful we are for being here and though we try to shrug it off, that self-centered part wants to believe them. Then, I look at people like Willy and I realize what a joke my “sacrifices” tend to be. I don’t like to stay up late with my friends when they are upset because I have homework. I don’t like to help other people with their homework when I have to study for a test.

Willy on the other hand, is going through a living hell and yet he puts a smile of his face and gives of his time, energy and love to the homeless and downtrodden of Nashville. What kind of testimony is that? What kind of faith? What kind of love?