Walking around Portland, it doesn’t take long to find a mess. Litter bugs, homelessness, and open drug use are a regular thing. The downtown area is particularly bad; especially around the McDonalds on Burnside and 20th. It’s a daily thing to pass a few passed out bodies lay on the street/bushes or standing around open sidewalk campfire. Drug dealers are very active in the morning at 7am.
A few of us that go to daily mass sometimes pick up a garbage bag, grabbers, and do a walk around the church. It’s not uncommon to complete a 10 minute walk around the block to see there’s already more trash. Used needles, fast food trash, lighters and foil, food remnants, filthy clothes, bottles, cigarette butts, human feces, and people passed out in bushes. It’s all there. I wake people up sleeping to make sure they aren’t dead. I point them towards the many services freely available in the city just blocks away. I usually get a few 4 letter word responses.
As I walk around the building, I often would just say the rosary or pray. When things are bad, you can despair, let anger overwhelm you, or just do something out of love. I say this as someone keenly aware of how badly the city of Portland has failed. Portland policy has directly created this humanitarian disaster. Deaths are now more than double (at one point 4x) what they were before drug legalization. It is a sad fact that prison was literally doing a better job of saving lives than legalization and harm reduction.
As I walked around the building and picked up trash, it struck me that I wasn’t that different. I too leave little bits of trash around all day.
We drop a dirty little comment here. We leave a little lie there. We are discard contempt at a slow shop employee that annoys us. We dirty up someone’s reputation with gossip. We cut someone off in traffic. We bully someone at school/work. We ignore a friend or person who could use a little of our help. We focus only on ourselves. We carelessly drop little bits of un-love trash all day long. Others often have to deal with the fallout of that trash when their spouse comes home from work upset.
It was a moment for me to reflect that when I am humble and help clean up a mess – of either real trash or some situation I find myself in – this is the work of God. God comes to help clean up the hurt, damage, and trash we have made of our lives and our society. We are called to do that out in the world as well.
Where can I stop littering little acts of un-love? What trash can I clean up today in thanks for God helping me clean mine up?
