Haircuts for the homeless. Pizza for the hungry. Trendy clothing for those on a budget.
Who spends their Tuesday nights making this happen?
Last week, my dear friend, Jackie, wore a cool black shirt bearing the letters TG. I asked her about it, and she smiled wide as she explained it to be part of the TG TruGlory clothing line.
“You know,” she said, “TruGlory?”
I shook my head. “Nope.” Keeping pace with fashion has become a distant memory. With three children under ten in my house, I feel I’ve accomplished a major feat if all the laundry is sorted, washed, and folded neatly in baskets before midnight on Mondays.
“Well, you know Tito, the drummer at church?” I nodded. “It all started with him.”
As Jackie shared with me about the ministry, my jaw hit the floor. How had I not heard about this? The more Jackie said, the more blessed I became by one man’s vision and how, in 2012, God grew his desire into a reality.
Today, TG TruGlory serves the homeless of Hoboken, NJ and impacts lives in immeasurable, important ways. Grooming and haircuts to lift the spirit, pizza and sandwiches to satisfy and strengthen, attractive shoes and apparel to meet everyone’s budget. TG TruGlory’s kindness and compassion shines clear and bright through its generous acts of love.
The story moved me deeply.
Last year, my husband and I celebrated out 15th Anniversary in NYC. Even though we live ten minutes from Manhattan, we rarely go into the City but took the opportunity for this special occasion. Our hotel stood near Times Square, and as we approached it, I couldn’t help but notice the sidewalk lined with the homeless.
Tears filled my eyes.
Throughout the course of the weekend, my eyes searched them out, laying on benches, huddled along alleyways, sleeping on church steps. I couldn’t escape the wrenching-of-heart, the anguish of soul. I felt their pain as my own and wanted to somehow ease theirs. All of it. Unrealistic, I know, but the “wanting to” never left me.
“You’ll get used to seeing them around,” some might say, “and then it won’t bother you so much.”
Get used to it? I pray not.
I pray that the suffering of the wounded bothers me long into the night and drives me to my knees on their behalf. I pray that the broken hearts of strangers compel me to deny myself a pleasurable evening and do something to impact the eternity of another human being. I pray that concern for those who have no hope would fill my heart and embolden my prayers.
Whenever I look into the eyes of the homeless, I see what could have been my future. I have a heart condition, which for years was disabling, and without supportive family and friends to help me through that time . . .
I could have been homeless.
Perhaps that why I can’t look past and ignore. I can’t walk by and not be moved. Some don’t want help, but many do.
I want to always remember them. I want to always stop and “see”. I want to treat others the way I wish someone would’ve treated me had circumstances forced me to walk miles down their road.
Thank you, Tito, for proving an incredible example of a man who lives out his faith in humble, practical ways, transforming time and talent into an eternal investment. Thank you for showing how simple it is to offer the gifts God has given back to Him by serving others. Thank you for inspiring me to do more with everything breath that He gives.
I love what you’re doing, Tito, and am honored to call you my brother in Christ. I appreciate the sacrifice your wonderful wife, Taina, and boys make every Tuesday night to be apart from you, making them partners with you in ministry.
May God richly bless this amazing family, TG TruGlory, and all those touched by their faithful service, both today – and beyond.