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		<title>By: Fr. Christian Mathis</title>
		<link>http://www.blessedisthekingdom.com/2010/03/12/eyes/comment-page-1/#comment-2898</link>
		<dc:creator>Fr. Christian Mathis</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Mar 2010 20:50:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I don&#039;t mind at all, and yes the poem is touching and challenging.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I don&#8217;t mind at all, and yes the poem is touching and challenging.</p>
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		<title>By: elizabeth mahlou</title>
		<link>http://www.blessedisthekingdom.com/2010/03/12/eyes/comment-page-1/#comment-2893</link>
		<dc:creator>elizabeth mahlou</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Mar 2010 16:31:42 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks, Fr. Christian. I hope you don&#039;t mind, but I linked your post to one I wrote for my Hungry and Homeless blogsite: http://hungryandhomelesshelper.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-to-panhandle.html. That poem touches one deeply, doesn&#039;t it?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks, Fr. Christian. I hope you don&#8217;t mind, but I linked your post to one I wrote for my Hungry and Homeless blogsite: <a href="http://hungryandhomelesshelper.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-to-panhandle.html" rel="nofollow">http://hungryandhomelesshelper.blogspot.com/2010/03/how-to-panhandle.html</a>. That poem touches one deeply, doesn&#8217;t it?</p>
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		<title>By: Fr. Christian Mathis</title>
		<link>http://www.blessedisthekingdom.com/2010/03/12/eyes/comment-page-1/#comment-2885</link>
		<dc:creator>Fr. Christian Mathis</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Mar 2010 00:30:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Glad that  you liked the post. It sounds like you have grown quite a bit in your ability to trust. I am still working on that myself.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Glad that  you liked the post. It sounds like you have grown quite a bit in your ability to trust. I am still working on that myself.</p>
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		<title>By: elizabeth mahlou</title>
		<link>http://www.blessedisthekingdom.com/2010/03/12/eyes/comment-page-1/#comment-2883</link>
		<dc:creator>elizabeth mahlou</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 14 Mar 2010 21:21:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This is a wonderful poem. Thank you for posting it. I know people generally don&#039;t have the time, but a short conversation -- or inviting a homeless person to lunch -- can be an eye-opening experience (no, they have nothing contagious; one will not &quot;catch&quot; poverty from them -- and, by the way, aren&#039;t we told that poverty is not a dreaded disease but rather that the poor are loved by God?). I have had some very touching conversations with people asking for help: the motorcyclist bound from Ohio to San Diego to move in with his son&#039;s family after having lost everything that he owned and who had miscalculated, running out of food just one day short of there (I took him into the grocery story and told him to choose what he wanted; he was so frugal in selecting that I added a box of local strawberries that he never would have asked for but I had seen him eying); a lady in Moscow right after the dissolution of the Soviet Union who had moved onto the streets with her young daughter because her alcoholic and abusive husband refused to feed them (fortunately, it was my last day in Moscow and I had a lot of leftover rubles from unused per diem; they probably carried her through an entire month); the young man I met while waiting to be picked up at the metro station when I accidentally arrived an hour early (we had a long lunch at the Roy Rogers&#039; across the street, found out we shared a lot of common interests, and I learned a lot about how one can survive on the streets even in a cold climate; except for his choice of home -- in this case it was a choice -- he was like any other neighbor I might have met). Like Rae, I am from New England and was taught never to talk to strangers, but living in California has undone that teaching, thank God, and I talk to strangers all over the world, assuming that God will protect me when necessary. I find it easier to approach the homeless when I consider that they, too, are made in the image of God and have a piece of God within them. So, passing them by, looking down (and yes, that does tend to be a cultural trait of New Englanders), to me, anyway, would be like walking past God and looking the other way.

Sorry for the length of the comment. The post was obviously inspiring.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is a wonderful poem. Thank you for posting it. I know people generally don&#8217;t have the time, but a short conversation &#8212; or inviting a homeless person to lunch &#8212; can be an eye-opening experience (no, they have nothing contagious; one will not &#8220;catch&#8221; poverty from them &#8212; and, by the way, aren&#8217;t we told that poverty is not a dreaded disease but rather that the poor are loved by God?). I have had some very touching conversations with people asking for help: the motorcyclist bound from Ohio to San Diego to move in with his son&#8217;s family after having lost everything that he owned and who had miscalculated, running out of food just one day short of there (I took him into the grocery story and told him to choose what he wanted; he was so frugal in selecting that I added a box of local strawberries that he never would have asked for but I had seen him eying); a lady in Moscow right after the dissolution of the Soviet Union who had moved onto the streets with her young daughter because her alcoholic and abusive husband refused to feed them (fortunately, it was my last day in Moscow and I had a lot of leftover rubles from unused per diem; they probably carried her through an entire month); the young man I met while waiting to be picked up at the metro station when I accidentally arrived an hour early (we had a long lunch at the Roy Rogers&#8217; across the street, found out we shared a lot of common interests, and I learned a lot about how one can survive on the streets even in a cold climate; except for his choice of home &#8212; in this case it was a choice &#8212; he was like any other neighbor I might have met). Like Rae, I am from New England and was taught never to talk to strangers, but living in California has undone that teaching, thank God, and I talk to strangers all over the world, assuming that God will protect me when necessary. I find it easier to approach the homeless when I consider that they, too, are made in the image of God and have a piece of God within them. So, passing them by, looking down (and yes, that does tend to be a cultural trait of New Englanders), to me, anyway, would be like walking past God and looking the other way.</p>
<p>Sorry for the length of the comment. The post was obviously inspiring.</p>
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		<title>By: Fr. Christian Mathis</title>
		<link>http://www.blessedisthekingdom.com/2010/03/12/eyes/comment-page-1/#comment-2871</link>
		<dc:creator>Fr. Christian Mathis</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 14 Mar 2010 02:27:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks to everyone for the comments. Encounters with the homeless are never easy, but it helps to remember the dignity each person has, regardless of what we might think of their actions.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks to everyone for the comments. Encounters with the homeless are never easy, but it helps to remember the dignity each person has, regardless of what we might think of their actions.</p>
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		<title>By: s-p</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Mar 2010 18:05:59 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Beautiful poem. A reporter here in Phoenix stood on a corner for 8 hours and did a story on panhandlers. He said the most depressing thing was not the heat or physical strain, but at the end of the day it was all the people who wouldn&#039;t even look at him, it was existentially and spiritually devastating.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Beautiful poem. A reporter here in Phoenix stood on a corner for 8 hours and did a story on panhandlers. He said the most depressing thing was not the heat or physical strain, but at the end of the day it was all the people who wouldn&#8217;t even look at him, it was existentially and spiritually devastating.</p>
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		<title>By: anne</title>
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		<dc:creator>anne</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 13 Mar 2010 13:23:16 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This is wonderful, so thought provoking.  Brilliant. I work downtown and see so many homeless and hungry on my lunch break walk.  Last year, I wrote this little story about a particular woman who stood out to me.  http://annebender.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-i-have-to-offer.html  I revised it a bit (really a lot) and it will appear on CatholicMom.com later today.  After reading this, I realize that I could have done so much more with that revision.

Thanks for this post.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is wonderful, so thought provoking.  Brilliant. I work downtown and see so many homeless and hungry on my lunch break walk.  Last year, I wrote this little story about a particular woman who stood out to me.  <a href="http://annebender.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-i-have-to-offer.html" rel="nofollow">http://annebender.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-i-have-to-offer.html</a>  I revised it a bit (really a lot) and it will appear on CatholicMom.com later today.  After reading this, I realize that I could have done so much more with that revision.</p>
<p>Thanks for this post.</p>
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