Because of the increase of wickedness,
the love of most will grow cold...
Matthew 24:12
My oldest brother is autistic, and lives alone (his preference, his choice) out West. For this blog, we will call him Roger. His birthday was this past week, so I ordered him a birthday gift (food - his favorite!), sent with a nice card, slated to arrive on Tuesday. My other brother (living down south) also sent him a gift, but his was being delivered by Fedex on Monday.
Tuesday morning, I get a text message edged with panic. When Fedex tried to deliver the package, they were told that Roger no longer lived at that apartment complex. My southern sibling wanted to know if I knew where Roger went. No... this was all news to me. My brother is 69, very obese, in poor health, and his only income is a small Social Security check. Where in the world would he go?
This is not the first time that my brother has disappeared into thin air, so I kind of know the drill. I checked the obituaries to make sure (God forbid) that he had not died. I called the local church, but no one answered and the answering machine was full. I called the district office for the denomination and asked for the pastor's number, but they would not give it to me. They promised to give my information to the pastor and he would call me. I contacted my older cousin who lives in the same city and alerted him to the situation. By Wednesday, I still had not heard from the pastor (more on this later), so at 7:15 p.m. that evening, I again called the church with the hope that someone would be there for prayer meeting. To my great relief, a woman answered who turned out to be a friend of my brother's, and she let me know that he was in a nursing home. The next day I was able to track down the actual home where Roger was a patient, and spoke to him for a few minutes. He will be there at least until the end of April, which will give us time to figure out where he will go next.
Human life is so very, very precious. It is also quite fragile, especially if the human in question has any kind of disability. When I am trying to track Roger down, I always let people know at the start of the conversation that we are dealing with an autistic person, a fact that greatly impacts the process of looking for him. I interject this at the beginning of my litany, however, because I am hoping to spark a flame of compassion for my brother's condition and predicament. A 69-year-old person, homeless and out on the streets, is not a good situation. If that homeless person is also autistic, the situation becomes a disaster.
Everyone's life is so distracted and busy that it is difficult to get people to care much at all about a stray man in a big city. This is the third time in as many years that I have called the church district office in Phoenix and asked to get in touch with Roger's pastor (twice to alert him to the funeral of an old friend; once because we did not know where he was).. Three times I have been told that contact would be made. Three times there has been complete silence on the part of the local church pastor. How grateful I am that there are others who do care and are willing to take the time to reach out in compassion to a fellow life traveler.
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