• Have sympathy for the poor • A loving declaration on Father’s Day Have sympathy for the poor Just another example that church is no a place of godly neediness nor given. Two Sundays ago, after second mass, which we attended due
• Have sympathy for the poor • A loving declaration on Father’s Day
Have sympathy for the poor
Just another example that church is no a place of godly neediness nor given.
Two Sundays ago, after second mass, which we attended due to our faith, there is a soup kitchen to fed whomever. After all was put out and ate, an associate and I who volunteer at both the church and the little league park asked for the scrapes leftover so we would not have to go hungry since either can afford the provided food trucks. We received a “No. We do not feed the homeless.”
As we were departing, we saw the staff throwing away what we asked for in the trash. All we could say, bless them, forgive them and realized we, homeless, again are dismissed, pitied, cast aside and disregarded. Again, homeless, we are still of faith, have dignity, self esteem and are human. But outside the walls, we are just a “burden,” “eye sore” or an “embarrassment.”
We have all heard this. I am growing animosity toward many churches, as many do. But people like at Breath of Life and Calvary —Lihue who not only assist but give us purpose helps us to feel human. We thank them and feel sorry for those who can not see beyond their four walls.
Preaching that your faith goes beyond your four walls. I and many are blessed but still struggle with out situation. Have some pity folks. It could be you.
Mark Segreti, Kapaa
A loving declaration on Father’s Day
I write on this Father’s Day, 2016, in honor of my father, U.S. Marine Corps, Lt. Col. Oscar J. Morel, Jr., who has now left us, but I know watches over me and my daughter, USMC Lance Corporal Meagan Morel, who followed in her grandfather’s foot steps to become a Marine just like her grandfather.
My father left with me reflections and fond memories—memories that have sustained an impression on my life, and often guides me with courage and conviction. My father gave me one of the greatest gifts a daughter can inherit from her father — he believed in me, and taught me how to be brave and have faith.
As if yesterday, I can recall my young childhood of my father playing jacks with me, and my — at 7 years of age — many mornings, standing on a stool watching my father shave. As a young child, it was my father’s deployment to Vietnam, from Marine Corps Base Hawaii, that would become a part of my life. I can recall, in detail, my father’s departure as if as fresh as this day. I loved my father and everyday I felt his dedication and protection. Too, I loved my father with the affection of a child who realized what mortality meant.
In my heart, it was the time I waited for my father’s return, from Vietnam, that felt like an eternity. Years would pass, and it would be my time to be there for my aging father — to hold his hand when he stumbled as life continued to unfold. It was my turn; it was my time, and would now be my my honor to protect and care for my father until he left this Earth and further — keeping his memory alive.
God Bless my father, USMC Lt. Col. Oscar J. Morel, Jr. on this Father’s Day. And, God bless and keep safe all the fathers who have served, and are serving, in the U.S. Armed Forces on this Father’s Day, everyday and always.
Deborah Morel, Yilan, Taiwan
