The Table of the Poor
My experiences of organizing a food line for the poor at the Lapu Lapu dumpsite is reminiscent of both a beautiful and sorrowful times. The absence of a table for sharing a meal with laughter, and the passing of assorted prepared dishes is indicative of brokenness in the world.
Then I snap a photo of a few boys, friends, living life together sitting on the ground, laughing, smiling, talking, happy, and the mixture of joy and sorrow in my soul increases.
Remember, the ecclesia as an institution is supposed to be here, lifting up the poor to participate in the opportunities and flourishing of society.
Yet, I know that many are growing up without education, the cuteness of their youth will soon turn to the awkwardness of a teenager without direction. Some of the girls will find beauty a curse as they attempt to survive in our broken world.
Remember the Poor is scripture’s instruction. Remember the poor when you receive the eucharist, when you sing praises, when you read scripture, when you walk along the way, never forget the poor.
