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Should We Turn to the Government or the Church for Assistance?

November 23, AD2016 2 Comments

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I was tired, bone tired. It was a tiredness that went beyond mere physical exhaustion to conquer every thought. It pumped through my heart to deflate my entire being. This exhaustion festered in my soul, and there it sat.

My toe nudged the carrier holding my sleeping son forward. His sleeping was a small blessing. It was a miracle that I still recognized small blessings. If I hadn’t been so exhausted, I may have recognized more. I might have realized sooner that God hadn’t abandoned us as I had accused Him of doing. Instead, this belief is part of what brought me to this place.

The line shuffled forward again and I again slid my son’s carrier a few inches on the dirty floor. He slept as men on lines across the room shouted in loud greeting to a new arrival. The new man waved and, crossing the big, crowded room, joined them. Their greeting spoke of reunion. Their words talked of fun they’d had at a club the night before.

I kept my eyes lowered. I didn’t fit in. I was the minority but it had nothing to do with gender or skin color.

On the line next to mine a woman swayed. Her eyes were unfocused as she half-yanked, half-pushed a little girl forward on her shuffling line. The girl caught my eye before her glance quickly returned to the dirty floor at her feet. I watched her pushed ahead in a manner just short of abuse. I watched silent tears roll slowly down her dark cheeks. I watched as no one helped this child. I watched but did nothing.

I was desperate, alone, overwhelmed, and confused beyond imagining as I stood in line at my county welfare office. Child support was sporadic, and I needed help. I had five small boys to feed, clothe, and house. Winter was here, and our house was always cold. I had some savings but no job and piles of attorney fees for the divorce I never wanted. I’d been a stay at home mom and part-time youth minister. I’d never felt the need to be rich, but I suddenly understood what it meant to be broke.

It was finally my turn. Government agencies changed, but words were always the same, “Sorry. We can’t help you. Try (another government agency).” The cycle continued.

Private vs. Public Assistance

I would not have believed it had I not experienced it. I know what it’s like to suddenly lose your security and be left alone in a scary world fending for yourself and small children with limited resources and even less hope. I know what it’s like to look in the mirror and avoid eye contact with your reflection as you decide to plead for public assistance. I knew what it’s like to make that decision because not making eye contact with yourself is easier than not making eye contact with your children as they ask unanswerable questions.

I wasn’t looking to get rich. I was looking for food for my children and myself since I was nursing my newborn. I was looking for heating help so we could turn our thermostat above 60 degrees. I was looking for some way to make life work while I went back to school and looked for a job. I was looking for hope that I could be a hand up for my children and others one day.

Instead, I was turned away from every government agency for one reason or another while watching able-bodied men cheerfully reunite and pick up government issued welfare payments. I watched as a little girl cried unnoticed in the crowded room, ignored by the deputy behind his newspaper, overlooked by social workers who had seen this type of thing so many times that they stopped seeing it. To them, this child was an occurrence, added paperwork, and therefore an invisible “it,” but she wasn’t. She was a little girl.

I left hopeless, but God already had a plan in motion. Our local elementary school provided Thanksgiving dinner for “Family #7.” Our local Lyons club provided food for Christmas and a truckload of firewood. A friend brought more wood when that ran low. The local hospital provided Christmas presents and a Green bay Packer cake for my son who was born on that special day. The Lutheran pastor stopped in weekly to bring supermarket rejects and Biblical encouragement. We were given food and gas cards donated by our small community. Our local priest gave us a check for heat donated by an anonymous parishioner.

Somehow we made it through those years. We still struggle, and there are days worry could wrap its stranglehold around my hopes and dreams if I let it. There are days I feel its grip tightening around my heart, compressing my lungs so it is hard to breathe; I want to give up and run away.

Then I remember those who helped us and the generosity I can never repay. I can hope to pay forward one day. At times like these, it is impossible not to contrast the experience on those impersonal government lines with the hugs and humbling gifts given by neighbors. The help we got from friends, family, and churches was priceless, motivating, and far exceeding any we government benefit. The help we got from private donors gave us hope and renewed our faith.

Catholic Social Justice Can Do What Government Cannot

In a recent post to a private Catholic Facebook group about the upcoming presidential election, a woman mentioned she was having trouble voting for one candidate because of the social justice issues of the candidate’s party. The general consensus seemed, even among faithful Catholics, that we need government to provide when times get tough.

I gave a short recap of our experiences. I explained how the government did not help but actually caused us to feel further rejected while local charities did an amazing job providing and encouraging. One woman immediately countered with her own experience and went so far as to say private charities like the Church cannot supply enough, especially for people with special needs. She insisted we need the government.

The pro-government assistance crowd heated up, and I stopped replying. Instead, I silently wondered what had gone so wrong among faithful Catholics. I didn’t doubt these group’s great love for the Lord. I didn’t doubt the sincerity of their beliefs or the validity of their experiences, but by relying on the government, they missed so much.

I wondered what Saint Mother Teresa would say about relying on government assistance or about the Church being unable to provide for the needs of the suffering. I wondered what Saint Kateri Tekawitha would say about the government’s ability to protect those in its realm. I wondered what Saint Thomas Moore would say about depending on the ruler of the land as a role model for the leader of a thriving family.

I stood again watching from virtual sidelines. I again did not speak up. I wondered if Jesus is now the child standing with silent tears rolling down His cheeks as we question what His Church is capable of.

Social Justice Issues: Government vs. the Church

Government agencies, by design, serve the government, not God. They cannot serve living water so that those in need will never hunger or thirst again. The bread governments serve demands a return. It requires a dependence on government offices being open during hours when those needing employment would most likely find honorable work. It requires dependence on government court systems determining definitions of poverty. It requires those making decisions to dictate outcomes without actually knowing their clientele. It requires social workers, who get into the business to harden their hearts so they can turn away the needy who don’t fit their mold and overlook a child with silent tears rolling down her cheeks.

Catholic social justice requires a sacrifice of time, money, energy, and resources. It requires giving more of ourselves when we already feel tapped out. It requires those in need of humbling themselves by looking into the eyes of their benefactors. It requires both donors and receivers to leave home and step out of comfort zones. It requires communion with neighbors and a reaching out to one another. It requires living as God tells us to live. It requires dependence on one another, on God, and on systems He put into place rather than on systems an impersonal government puts into place.

Catholic social justice also gives more than it requires. It gives dignity, hope, and purpose beyond that of meeting up with friends on the welfare line. Catholic ideas of social justice give meaningful work and value in God’s design. It gives shared experiences and the knowledge that we are never alone. It gives selfless love, which is always returned in one form or another.

The unfortunate truth is that in many modern countries more people get assistance from the government than from the Church. Even in my rural hometown, the outreach of the Catholic Church as an institution was limited although individual parishioners were amazingly generous, but those facts do not change what the Church, as the hands and feet of Christ, is called to do or capable of. The Church cannot separate itself from social justice although implementation of programs may vary.

Matthew 25 tells us very plainly that we are called to feed the hungry, give drink to the thirsty, invite in a stranger, clothe the naked, visit the sick, and reach out to the imprisoned. There are no ifs, ands, or buts to these callings. If we feel we need to turn to the government to meet people’s needs, we must ask ourselves why and what can be done to rectify that. We have no excuse. God never asks us to do the impossible. With God all things are possible but He never imposes His will over ours. He patiently waits for us to ask and to lift the hand that lifts our neighbors.

I urge you to consider how government policies restrict the implementation of Catholic social justice and tie the hands of the Catholic Church. If you believe the Catholic Church cannot provide all the government does, I urge you to look to the Saints who refused to take no for an answer. Most of all, I urge you to see Jesus waiting online, silent tears falling down His cheeks as you question what His Church can do when we live His two greatest commandments and when we truly believe.

God Bless

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About the Author:

What do you do when you're pregnant with your 5th little boy, your husband tells you he's met someone else, and you're a single mom a week later? You pick up the pieces, put your faith in the Lord, and work your tail off, and that's just what Kerri did - with a few bumps along the way! Kerri knows life is not about being stuck, so she began sharing her story of healing in God's Grace on her blog, While doing so, she studied to become an ICF certified women's life coach, attained 7-12 math teaching certification, worked multiple part-time jobs, and continued raising 5 active boys! Today, Kerri writes, speaks, and coaches on issues such as relationships, parenting, employment, decision making, and more. She is passionate about motivating others to move from negativity to embracing freedom in who God created them to be - confident, courageous, joyful, focused, strong, beautiful, authentic, and loving! Kerri knows life's challenges are sometimes God's greatest Blessings and that 5th little boy is her constant reminder that God's plans are always greater than our own! Kerri can be reached at

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