Today the roomies and I went to see our newly acquired little brothers in a production of The Wizard of Oz. It was well done, and the roughly 75 munchkins ranging from 3 to 10 years old were ridiculously adorable.
What about those of us, however, for whom there literally is no place like home. Living in Hollywood, it's hard not to think about homelessness. There are at least 4 or 5 people who live on our street corner. I woke up early one morning to go running, and right outside of our house here in Hollywood I ran past a man who was sprawled out sleeping on the concrete sidewalk. As I ran back down Hollywood Boulevard I passed a group of people who were sleeping on top of a metro vent for the heat. At least these few had some company, I found myself thinking. What about that man who was sleeping by himself on our street? It seemed he had neither a shelter nor a community. I felt pretty helpless too - wasn't sure if there was anything I could offer him, and by the time I got back home he was already gone.
Last week, the readings at church were about being grateful for the things we have in life. How fitting that the week should end with a play about being grateful for home - both for shelter and community. Count yourself as very blessed if you have one or both of these.