It’s a touching story, or at least it began that way: When the city closed down some of its key bus routes, a Detroit man, desperate to keep his job in a suburban factory, began walking to the nearest bus stop, now more than 10 miles away. All told, James Robertson walked 21 miles a day, round trip, for nearly a decade. The arduous commute took him much longer than his shift at the factory—so long, in fact, that he had only a few hours to sleep. Still, he never arrived late for work.

Recently Robertson’s story was featured on the front page of the Detroit Free Press. From there it was picked up by national publications, including USA Today and People. ABC News named him its Person of the Week. Touched by his determination, thousands of readers began asking what they could do to help.

A college student put together a web site to collect donations. As of last Sunday, two weeks after the story appeared, readers had donated $30,000 to the fund. By then the story was going viral. The following evening contributions topped $80,000. A few days ago the Free Press reported that Robertson’s fund now holds $350,000. Also, a car dealership has given him a brand new Ford Taurus, loaded with equipment.

Robertson’s life has changed, and not in the way he might have hoped. As his story attracted more and more attention, he began to fear that he was no longer safe in his neighborhood.

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Winter is the cruelest season for the homeless. This blog, from last winter, was the very first I posted on this site. Since then the numbers of the homeless have grown, after several years of decline. New York City now has an estimated 61,000 homeless, the most in its history. A recent survey by the U.S. Department of Education gauged the number of children living without shelter or in crowded houses with two or more families to be nearly 2.5 million. That's also a historic high. I wanted to post this blog again to remind us all that those bodies huddled on the streets are people who deserve our compassion.

The woman sat on a rolled-out sleeping bag beneath the protective awning of an office building, just barely out of the cold winter rain. Her hair, brown and curly, seemed bouncy in a way that she did not. She was perhaps 30, dressed in jeans and a pretty, if frayed, pink fleece jacket. She might have been a backpacker ready to embark on a weekend camping trip—except that she wasn’t. 

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 “I long to follow Mother Teresa’s example,” the woman wrote, “and perform some transcendent, life-changing act of service. I mean real selfless service when there is nothing in it but the act itself. But what action can I really take now? I have three young children at home demanding every minute of my attention. I can’t jet off to India to work with lepers or spend a month in an AIDS clinic in Africa. At the moment my calling is motherhood, and motherhood is my prayer.”

            It’s true: Motherhood is an all-consuming vocation, as is fatherhood. But though I found myself nodding in agreement as I read this lament (from Suzanne Oliver in the wonderful book The Faith Club), it also seemed to raise an obvious question. Can’t parents and children engage in service together?

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Renate Macchirole knew she had to do something. In her job as the director of our local Home Health Respite Care program, she kept meeting young men and women with intellectual disabilities. They were too old to be in school, but they weren’t capable of living on their own. So they lived with their parents, completely isolated from their peers.

Years earlier Renate had worked with similar young people at a facility in New York. You’ve seen some of these folks. They’re the ones that elicit double takes in public, followed by a quick turning of backs. The ones society normally keeps hidden away. But Renate has a special place for them in her heart.

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This is not the story I expected to tell you today. 

It’s Christmastime. I have way too much to do. My errands are each assigned a set number of minutes, and I’m trying hard to stay on schedule. It’s a mistake to live this way, I know. It leaves no room for the unexpected—and the unexpected is often where I find life’s most satisfying moments. But this is how I have to operate right now. I’m sure you know what I mean.

So I wasn’t planning to dawdle last week when I stopped by the grocery store for a few things and took a detour past the ultra-cheap Christmas trees to see if there were any I liked.

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