A timely book! The authors address the important social problem of homelessness in a unique way, utilizing a riveting story of a man who suddenly becomes homeless as he struggles to survive and to find faith in his life on the street.
Kary Oberbrunner, author of
Your Secret Name and The Deeper Path
Christian fiction at its finest, addressing the social ills of homelessness and life on the street thru the story of an average man who suddenly finds himself in this situation. He learns to cope and even to fight back against those who would abuse the homeless and draw them into criminal activities as he struggles to find his own faith.
Dan DeBrucker-Cota, National Organizer,
Presbyterian Network to End Homelessness
Life at Ground Level
Homelessness, Hopelessness,
and Redemption as seen through
the eyes of Americas invisible people
A novel by
Bruce A. Rasmussen
&
Janet L. Black
Copyright 2019 by Janet L Black, LLC
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form, by any means, or stored in a database or retrieval system without the prior written permission of the authors.
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the products of the authors imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
Paperback: 978-1-64085-909-8
Hardback: 978-1-64085-910-4
Ebook: 978-1-64085-911-1
Library of Congress Control Number: 2019913379
Preface
This book is a labor of love that has been many years in the making. Bruce had this book on his heart for many years, since battling his own substance abuse and depression issues that led to a brief time living on the street. It took several years before he began writing and several more years before Janet joined him and helped him to get it finished. Janet has worked with the homeless in her career as a healthcare provider in public health, behavioral health, corrections and family practice. She has written several books on health related topics but this is her first attempt at collaborating on a work of fiction, which is Bruces talent.
We hope that the book will change how you see the homeless and will help you to see them as people like the rest of us but who have fallen on hard times and need help in order to change their circumstances. Books we have read about homelessness have lots of statistics but dont allow the reader to see what life is actually like at ground level. We are providing you with a look into that life in the context of a story of one mans journey into that world, to see the discrimination and struggles that he faces.
In addition to raising awareness and helping people understand the problem, we also want to encourage readers to take action to help the homeless in their own communities. We hope you will also make use of our course that goes a little deeper into the issues and about how you can help. If you are part of any groups interested in social justice, I hope you will recommend the book and course to them. Together, we can end homelessness.
We would like to thank our coaches, Kary Oberbrunner and David Branderhorst, and our publisher, AAE, for helping us get this book out there and available to readers.
We appreciate our editor, Marjorie Robertson Kramer, who worked tirelessly to edit this book, even with our last minute changes. She did a great job and we are grateful for her willingness to drop everything to get this done promptly.
Thank you to our family and friends who were willing to read thru the unedited manuscript and give us your opinions and advice. This includes Richard Black, John Riley, Mike Myracle and our pastor, Kim Wells. We are grateful for all of you taking the time to do this.
This list wouldnt be complete without mentioning one of our earliest and staunchest supporters, Shirley Black. Unfortunately she didnt survive long enough to see the finished product but did read the early chapters.
Janet and Bruce
www.janetlblack.com
Amen.
The pastor closed his prayer book and turned his gaze to the gathered mourners. The small chapel was packed to standing room only. He saw many familiar faces, and he also noticed many that were less familiar. The two young men in the front pew, for example, who he knew from recent days, were the sons of the man whose soul he was sending on its way this day. Beside them sat an unfamiliar young woman whose features made it obvious that she too was a member of the family. Further back, a large group of even younger men and women sat together. They held hands and embraced each other, tears streaking their faces. Oddly enough for this occasion, some seemed to be smiling. At the very back of the room he could see a small group of people dressed in shabby but clean suits and dresses. He shook his head in wonder at the diversity of people that the deceased mans life had touched.
The heat of a late summer day caused a bead of sweat to slide down the middle of his forehead as he turned back to the matter at hand.
There will be no graveside service as Mr. St. Paul has requested cremation, he said. However, the family will be gathering immediately following this service, and all who care to are welcome to join them at the family farm outside of town. Directions will be given by the ushers at the rear door upon leaving the chapel. Thank you for coming.
The pastor took one last look at the deceaseds picture, saying a silent goodbye, turned, and left the altar. He would be there at the door to greet and console the large crowd as they left the chapel.
In the front pew, the three young family members sat, each lost in private thought until much of the room had cleared.
It seems that Dad made quite an impression on a lot of people, the younger man commented when they were alone.
Ive heard you call him a lot of things the past few years, the older of the two men replied, but I havent heard you call him Dad for a while.
The younger man gave him a pained, then angry look before turning his eyes to the photograph. He fell silent.
The young woman spoke up. Do you really think he deserved the title? It takes more than a biological donation. The anger in her voice was reflected in her eyes, followed by a brief flash of pain. She looked tired and tense and anxious to be gone from the room.
The older man shook his head and stood, staring hard at his two siblings. Well be needed at the house, he said, and turned to go. He stepped to the picture of his father at the front of the church, and gently placed his hand on the polished surface. His lips moved as he silently said his goodbyes, and then he turned on his heel and quickly fled the room. The other two simply stood, and after a last look at the picture, turned and followed their brother out the door.
Outside, many people lingered in the carefully tended garden, huddling in small groups, talking in whispers, embracing, with some breaking down completely and being helped by loved ones to the parking lot outside of the ornate hedges. The pastor stood at the foot of the cobblestone steps, shaking the last hands and giving all the words of comfort that he could.
The pastor took one last quick look into the chapel. Verifying that it was indeed empty, he pulled the heavy doors closed and locked them securely. Holding the key ring in his hand, he turned and walked slowly toward the parking lot. Head down in thought, he approached his compact car in the far corner of the lot, the only one left there. His thumb was poised to unlock the door with his remote, when a tap on his shoulder from behind startled the breath from his lungs and caused him to drop the keys. Gasping, he quickly turned.