When I picture Sarah Lee and Henry walking the streets in downtown Santa Rosa, asking homeless people if they would like to send a letter home, I see a sacred sight.
Picture this scene with me. Life on the streets is simply awful: cold, dangerous, hungry -- just trying to stay alive with a broken heart and spirit must take every ounce of strength left. We have learned more in the last many years about the homeless; old stereotypes no longer tell the story. They are us, but with a string of bad luck. They have children who live with them out there.
Then along come these two gentle and loving saints, with a bag full of cards, stamps, and pens. It's a sacred conversation, just like Holy Communion. "Take and write," Henry says. "You are the body of Christ," says Sarah Lee.
There must be great joy on the receiving end when the letter arrives. How long has it been since we've heard from her? Are they safe? Is he sick? Perhaps we know next to nothing about our son/daughter/grandkids. We know nothing and it breaks our hearts.
But then, out of the blue, comes a letter addressed to the folks at home. And it begins: "Hi There. It's me." Someone at home receives this simple gift. They need no other gift this season than this card. It gives them hope for one of their own, down on their luck.
And it gives power to the person sending it; a declaration of endurance; a testimony to the human spirit, and, to the power of the Gospel.
Bless you, Sarah Lee and Henry,