Notes from Jan

Remember? Remember.

January 21, 2016

One awkward aspect of  social gatherings involves encountering someone who expectantly asks,”Remember me?” And I don’t.  Usually, I remember the face, if name’s lost in space.  But now and then, I have to confess,”I’m so sorry, I don’t remember.  Please refresh my memory.”

No one likes to be forgotten, lost in the shuffle of life, unless you’re hiding out for some reason or ill.

Last week, Matt asked if I’d like to come with him to help serve a meal to a group of homeless women. Basil, and Moira, a family friend, came along. St John’s, their church,  volunteered to cook and serve.  Paul, business man but chef-for-the-night cooked; we just needed to set-up, serve and clean-up.

Eleven women showed up with bed rolls and few possessions, ready to eat and spend the night in the building where Matt works as the Public Health Officer for Marin County.   Many of the women seemed drawn to Basil and Moira.  Children. Safe.

Paul impressed me with the healthy, appealing, and tasty food he’d prepared for the women: chicken with mushrooms and herbs. Another woman baked Snickerdoodle cookies and made a salad of  finely chopped Brussels sprouts, dried cranberries, fresh grated parmesan cheese tossed in a  lemon dressing.  Nothing slapped together.  Delicious ways of saying, “I remember. You matter.”

After all were served, we with homes, spread out among the homeless.    Some looked like they didn’t belong, others fit the stereotype. Some smelled and wore the layered look of many homeless, others looked like they’d just left work to come have dinner with a few friends.

After the women left for another part of the building where they’d spend the night, Paul said as we cleaned up, “There but for the grace of God…”




It’s frigid today in Gloucester.    Blinking pedestrian lights at the first circle on 128 in Gloucester, required that I stop the car and wait.   A hunched over homeless man, face buried in bags,  struggled to push his battered grocery cart across the street. Both wobbled under the weight of  stuff.  Another man, better dressed, walked beside the overburdened man, carrying bags that must’ve toppled off the cart, salvaging more of what mattered to the one he’d come alongside to help.

That moment, felt to me, like God showed up to answer one homeless man’s silent cry, “Remember me?”

Before going to bed, I’ve been reading Frederick Buechner’s, Listening to Your Life.  As I’ve been writing this, it brought to mind the reading from January 16.  Buechner writes,”When you remember me, it means that you have carried something of who I am with you…if you forget me, part of who I am will be gone.”‘Jesusremember me when you come into your kingdom,’ the good thief said from his cross.’ (Luke 23:42).’ “There are perhaps no more human words in all of Scripture, no prayer we can pray so well.”

And God remembered.

And still does.



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  • Reply Wendy Lane January 21, 2016 at 4:11 pm

    So wonderful that St John’s and your family help in that way. Just read this morning in “My Utmost For His Highest” :

    Peter now realizes that he does love Him, due to the revelation that came with the Lord’s piercing question. The Lord’s next point is—“Pour yourself out. Don’t testify about how much you love Me and don’t talk about the wonderful revelation you have had, just ‘Feed My sheep.’” Jesus has some extraordinarily peculiar sheep: some that are unkempt and dirty, some that are awkward or pushy, and some that have gone astray! But it is impossible to exhaust God’s love, and it is impossible to exhaust my love if it flows from the Spirit of God within me.

    Thank you Jan for this timely message – I know God is telling me to get out of my comfort zone and do more for His sheep!

    Love you!

  • Reply Dale Lefever January 21, 2016 at 10:21 pm

    Thanks Jan,

    It is comforting to be known by the One Who made us and knows us best (a miracle) and, still loves us (pure mercy).

    Blessings, Dale

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