Finding Hope In A World of I Don’t Care

The other day while Sweet T and I were sharing the love of Jesus down at the Center of Hope women’s shelter, we both had the opportunity to visit with a homeless family that we’d met there on a previous trip Downtown. 

Pamela, the 71 year old family matriarch, her adult daughter Heather, and Pamela’s grandson Nathanael have been homeless several months now since they lost their apartment. After a number of life events happened causing them to get behind on the rent, they found themselves drowning from the sheer financial weight of trying to keep a roof over their head. 

You’d never know from his big grin or joyful laugh that Nathanael suffers from cerebral palsy and spends most of his time confined to a wheelchair. Nathanael is filled with tremendous joy; a gift he undoubtedly gets from his mother and grandmother. 

Yes, their faces reflect the troubles they face but their countenance exudes confidence that comes from an unflinching faith, even amidst the hardships they face. They are a tight knit family of three, determined to see each other through this rough patch. 

Nathaniel’s father isn’t presently in the picture, too busy grappling demons of his own. 

What follows below is a poem Pamela shared with us and that she’s given me her permission to share with you. 

Living on the streets, Pamela sees a lot of things that give her pause and cause her to contemplate the world that surrounds her. She meditates on big things, recording her ruminations on any scrap paper she can rustle up. 

This is not the first difficult time she’s endured. She is determined to persevere and share her faith with a lost and fallen world in need of a Savior. “Trust in Jesus,” Pamela would readily tell you. “The Lord won’t never let you down.”

Here is her poem “Hope in a World of I Don’t Care”, shared with her permission and encouragement.


Is there any hope out there in a world of I don’t care?

Is there any hope out there when people are too busy going from here to there?

Is there any hope out there where all kinds of violence occurs everyday and everywhere?

Is there any hope out there when social media and cyber-bullying is so rampant in our schools all around the world?

Is there any hope out there when and where hatred and racism are more prevalent today than yesterday?

Is there any hope out there where there are too many homeless people in the streets who don’t have a place to go in our world?

Is there any hope out there when the government is cutting programs, jobs, and needed funding to function in the U.S.?

Is there any hope out there where neighbors don’t get to know each other and help each other out when needed?

Is there any hope out there in a world of I don’t care?

Yes, there is hope and all you have to do is look to Heaven and ask God to take care of everything you are thinking of from this poem.

I wrote this poem from my heart and my thoughts.

Pamela Park 6/25/2017

Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the Lord your God is with you wherever you go.”  Joshua 1:9 ESV


Take it Easy

Addiction is a difficult affliction that destroys lives, often ending in the death of the addict. No one starts out with the idea of becoming an addict. Sometimes, like in several cases of opioid addiction, the individual is following doctor’s orders as part of the healing process for a wound or ache. Addiction is a chronic disease marked by compulsive behaviors seeking to satisfy the dependency. Over time, it becomes more and more difficult to control, despite the harmful consequences stemming from it. At first, the decision to drink or to take drugs is voluntary for most people. However, repeated use leads to changes in the brain, challenging an addicted person’s perception of reality, diminishing their self-control and interfering with their ability to resist the intense urges to fuel their addiction. In the beginning, everything feels better. Then, the compulsive behavior begins to surface, rearing its ugly head in the most unexpected moments. Addicts, regardless of the type of addiction, simply cannot get enough. They crave for their appetites to be fulfilled. There is momentary bliss, followed by the angst of withdrawal—after all, no ride lasts forever—before the hunt for more begins. Rinse and repeat.


Recovery is no picnic either. It is definitely not for the faint of heart. You quit using, but the behaviors and attitudes remain. Take it easy, they tell you in the rooms.  The rooms are where other like-minded individuals with similar afflictions gather to do the hard work of recovery. Take it easy? Yes. Don’t worry about the past or the future. Concentrate on today. Focus on the moment. Don’t let resentments, hatred, and anger creep in. You know they don’t do you know good. Don’t be your addiction’s whipping post. 

Relax. Don’t overdue it. Help others. Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding (Proverbs 3:5).

Got resentments? Let them go. They are no good to you. Your “self” cannot take center stage. Let go of the hurts others have caused you and leave behind the wrongs done to you. Who are you to feel hurt and abused? Have you forgotten the wake of destruction you left behind? Humble yourself. Let God shine through you. He must increase, you must decrease. 

Quit taking other people’s inventory. You got enough of your own to take before you go measuring other people’s inadequacies and shortcomings. Don’t fall into that trap. Work on you, let others work on themselves. Leave the rest to God.

Take it easy, my friend. Let go of the hate and the fear. Live life one day at a time.