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glide625
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O.k., that’s not a very good title, I apologize. Please don’t take this as a “silly” question, I am an adult and life long Roman Catholic. Two weeks ago our Pastor asked us to vote on doing away with the rule our Church had in place that those who come to the pantry for food can do so only once a month. (We’ve traditionally been a rather small Parish with limited resources). He pointed out the extent to which our Parish has seemingly quadrupled in size in the last few years. At any rate, we voted down that “informal” rule and are now bringing bags of food to the church each week. (There are 52 of those weeks in a year
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My questions are, and I’ve seen this explosion erupting over the course of the last five years in our area, where are these impoverished people coming from? How is it possible that so many can’t cope in a society where the economy has expanded over the past 12 years, in a country where practically anyone can secure some type of employment? I pray for these people daily, but I can’t begin to understand this phenomenon. They walk the streets and roads of our area, (North of Houston) like displaced people. I’ve even wondered if somehow we aren’t being scammed by slackards, but by the same token, I see young and old alike, waundering lost in the suburban sea. Is it the “drug” scene? Is there some vast, unseen reservoir of hoplessness out there?
What have you in your experience found?
My questions are, and I’ve seen this explosion erupting over the course of the last five years in our area, where are these impoverished people coming from? How is it possible that so many can’t cope in a society where the economy has expanded over the past 12 years, in a country where practically anyone can secure some type of employment? I pray for these people daily, but I can’t begin to understand this phenomenon. They walk the streets and roads of our area, (North of Houston) like displaced people. I’ve even wondered if somehow we aren’t being scammed by slackards, but by the same token, I see young and old alike, waundering lost in the suburban sea. Is it the “drug” scene? Is there some vast, unseen reservoir of hoplessness out there?
What have you in your experience found?