I was wandering around the Centrum area of Warsaw–which is the middle of downtown. And I was blessed to meet a few of the least—struggling just to survive.
I ran into this sweet lady from Romania sitting on a bench reading her Bible. She was very friendly, and spoke a bit of English. Then I continued on my wandering down another street only to return the same way to discover her on her knees before all who passed her by. I was honored to buy her a drink and contribute a bit to her needs.
Then I ran into “Bogdan”, who told me he was from Warsaw. He also spoke very little English, but knew enough to tell me that he had “no money” and “no home.” His body language told me that he had a sort of graceful resignation to his impoverished state.
A little later I ran into another kind gentleman from Warsaw. He told me he had recently severely injured his hand, and could use some aid in getting his needs met. I was happy to oblige. And as I turned to go on my way I said, “I will be pray for you.” And he humbly replied, “And I will pray for you.”
And then as I was on my way headed back to my son’s apartment, I ran into some of the least hanging out by the metro. I chatted a little with them, and they were keen to know what my angle for expressing an interest in their lives. I told them that I worked with the homeless and poor in Chicago. A couple of these folks spoke English and were glad to hear of my work. I asked if there were any shelters where the homeless could go to if they so desired. One man said, “Yes, but I don’t recommend it.” I asked him, “Why?” He replied that “it was difficult to get to” as well as having “bed-bugs etc.” He also mentioned that this place had its “limits.” “If they have room for 40 people, and you’re number 41, you’re out of luck.”
I got permission to take their picture. And I was on my way.
So I got to meet a few of the homeless in downtown Warsaw… and I’m sure there are a whole lot more.
Please say a prayer for them.