I’ll always remember what one disheveled man told me the first night I slept in that shelter. He studied my face, thinking he may have known me from somewhere. I was the new kid on the block — but rather young to be homeless.
“You know something, son,” he told me. “None of us are homeless, only down on our luck.”
And so, on this Christmas Day, let us count our blessings. Let us give thanks for the roof over our heads and the families who shower us with love and affection.
Let us dwell in the House of the Lord, even if it might be a barnyard with animals. Let us remember the less fortunate. It’ll only make Haverhill a better city if people join their hands together in the true spirit of solidarity.
And if you happen to have a little extra gratitude in your life, drop by and share it with Emmaus. You won’t be disappointed. In fact, it may be the crowning grace to your Christmas.