This morning, I went past the Siloam Mission on Princess Street.
Self-described as a “connecting point between the compassionate and Winnipeg’s less fortunate,” they are a Christian humanitarian agency providing food and programs for the homeless.
Many people donate their time, money, and articles of clothing to the mission.
Standing outside the mission this morning were a number of their clientele.
They were puffing on cigarettes.
If they can afford to kill themselves, they can afford to feed and house themselves.
It is those people that should find the door locked when they try to go back in.
Siloam Mission is a noble effort, but it turned my stomach to see their efforts so blatantly taken advantage of. The mission has shown respect for the community, now it needs to respect for itself, the time of its many volunteers, and the money of its many donors that include you and me.