I first met Randy at our Wednesday night meal for the homeless before I was ordained. He couldn’t get up because he hurt his knees so I got his second plate of food. A long time passed before I heard “Hey, remember me? I’m Randy”. He told me that if he could just get his birth certificate, he could get on Disability and get food stamps. He asked me to help him so I whipped out my I pad and began what was to be a long process. Because he didn’t come every week and I needed additional information, we played the waiting game and what should have taken a few weeks ended up months because he was taken off to jail. When I finally saw him again, he said he got the certificate, but he hit a policeman and ended up in jail again. They didn’t give it back-could I please get him another one….so we began that process again getting some of the information, waiting for him to come to the Wednesday night meal to get the last few details. One of his friends finally took me to his place under the bridge. We got the process started.
I didn’t hear from Randy for a long time. His friends said he wasn’t at the meal because he didn’t feel good and someone said he was hospitalized but didn’t know where. This was a new experience for me. I felt like his family members must have felt, not knowing where he was, if he was OK or not. About a month later I got a text from a visiting nurse telling me he was in St. Joseph Hospital with a number. I called and in his usual tone of voice and succinct manner he said, “I’m sick. I wanted you to know.”
I went to visit him to find out he had an inoperable liver tumor. He said, “I am going to die but I am not afraid. “ We sang and prayed and I listened to his stories of family…. During the time I had the overwhelming feeling of the feminine power of the loving God wrapping her arms around Randy and making a way of comfort and peace as he lived these last days. Perhaps the greatest of all signs of God’s love was that for the first time in 7 years, he called his sister who had prayed for him always wondering what happened to her brother… within a few short days there was a peaceful reconciliation and a binding of souls in love once more.
Rev. Diane Dougherty, ARCWP Rev. Diane works at First Metropolitan Community Church in Atlanta an Inclusive, compassionate and empowering community. She ministers to LGBTQ Families through their education department, supports their transgender ministries, and cares for the needs of the homeless.
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