By Beth Williams
Have you ever walked along the streets of Toronto and noticed those people sitting on the sidewalk or standing on the street corner who look unclean, wearing ragged, mismatched, filthy clothes that do not fit them and usually have a distinct smell that saturates the air around them? They often have their hand extended or hold a hat or used paper cup available for passersby to place loose change.
Have you ever given them some of your change or bought them a coffee or sandwich? Perhaps you’ve flashed them a smile and said “God Bless you” back to them when they’ve thanked you for your kindness. Have you ever stopped to talk to them, to listen to their story, to see the real person that is living underneath the dirt and the filth and the poverty?
I have learned that in the eyes of society these are invisible people. One man said to me “Wow, I’m surprised someone actually saw me. I do exist,” when I stopped to hand him some change. I’ve had a few men start walking along with me and telling me their life story, or stop me on my way somewhere and talk to me about what has happened in their life to bring them to this point of poverty. I’ve learned to listen and acknowledge their humanity, even though at first I’m secretly a bit freaked out.
The most constructive time I have spent with this group of people is at the Salvation Army Warehouse, teaching literacy classes. Through conversation with them, I have learned that these people learning how to read and write grade-school level English are among society’s lowest status ranks. This is usually due to abusive, broken homes growing up as children, mental health disorders that are not properly treated and cared for, divorces where the estranged spouse is awarded everything, and debilitating work-related injuries where workers’ compensation programs do not deliver nearly enough funds to comfortably support one person. And the list goes on. A few of the people I met at literacy classes trying to better themselves are the same people we see panhandling around the corner of Spadina and Bloor. The same could be true of any beggar we see on the streets of Toronto.
There is a stigma that people living on the streets or living in poverty are there by choice. It was their own choices in life, their own mistakes that got them into that situation, and it continues to be their own choice that keeps them in hopeless circumstances. While this may be true to some extent, this is not always the exclusive case. In the article Meeting the needs of homeless people: The St. John Ambulance mobile service, Paula McGee and Ann Marie Barnard say “The experience of homelessness is associated with high levels of social exclusion. The lack of a home can also lead to being stigmatized by those who have more regular lifestyles and consequently, homeless people may be deterred from seeking help because they fear negative attitudes” (Nursing Standard, 1999, Vol. 13, Is. 42, pg. 38). It is the very stigmatizing opinion that we as a society have of people living in poverty that keeps those very people from achieving anything more than their own poverty.
Although this can seem like a rather depressing thought, by God’s grace we are not left with that as our only reality. Jesus said “Whoever wants to be great among you must be our servant, and whoever wants to be first must be your slave – just as the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give his life as a ransom for many” Matthew 20:26. What a great example set by Jesus! In Ephesians 6:7 He says, “serve wholeheartedly, as if you were serving the Lord, not people.” And in Galatians 5:13, Paul says we are “called to be free. But do not use your freedom to indulge in the sinful nature, rather, serve one another humbly in love.”
Justice and mercy extended to people living in poverty is the outpouring of God’s love and compassion unto these people. It is what makes them visible. It is including them and acknowledging them as valid members of our society. So may we take part in this and serve our Lord humbly by reaching out to them and being vessels of mercy and justice to them. And perhaps in doing so, may we see Toronto transformed from these pockets of poverty to a place where restoration and healing occurs in all its streets, to all its people.