04/29/2026
Today our parish had the grace of helping someone in need—and even reuniting a man with his family.
For the past couple of days, a man had been seen around the church. His presence raised some concern, especially after some unusual behavior. But today, we were able to speak with him.
He shared that he had been living on the streets for the past three days. Originally from Chicago, he had been sent to Shawano to serve an eight-month jail sentence, and after his release, he had nowhere to go.
At first, we tried to connect him with local resources and homeless shelters in Northeast Wisconsin. But then I asked him a simple question:
“Where is home? Is there anyone waiting for you?”
He said Chicago—and that he had an aunt and grandmother there.
“Do you know their phone number?” I asked.
He did.
So we called. He had no cell phone.
We weren’t able to reach them at first, but we left a voicemail. In the meantime, we shifted gears and began looking into how to get him back to Chicago. That’s really where he wanted to be. Thanks to the generosity of our parishioners through the Good Samaritan Fund, we were able to purchase him a Greyhound Lines ticket.
Then the phone rang.
His aunt called us back. She said no one knew where he was for the past several months. She was overwhelmed with relief—and grateful to know he was on his way home.
His bus wasn’t until later in the afternoon, so I met him again before his departure to let him know that his family would be waiting for him at the bus stop. When I saw him, he smiled and told me he had two hamburgers and shortcake for lunch—thanks to the money we had given him.
What began as a situation that raised concerns about safety became something else entirely.
A reminder.
That sometimes the person we are unsure about…
the person who makes us uneasy…
is, in fact, Christ in our midst—
waiting to be seen, heard, and helped.
Just a stranger trying to get home. Hopefully we will meet again in Heaven.