We have an hour to spare. I wasn’t even looking for him. “That’s him, that’s Steve”, I gasp to my spouse. In a parking lot, leaning up against the light post, wearing the same dirty green, army jacket he wore the last time I talked to him. His furry friend still close. Nothing has changed, except […]
Hearing a Homeless Man & His Dog’s Story
Thanks for being a part of UNITE Link-party! I am so glad you are here! I can’t wait for you all to link up at the bottom of this post. But first let me share a story about a man I have grown to love. He is the essence of UNITE. In this story, the “rich” […]
Seeing God in the Stranger Who Sleeps in the Shadow of the Steeple.
We walk the streets of Vancouver B.C. Porches and vintage automobiles buzzing by speedily. Dull eyes, busy feet beat the streets here in this late night, city life. Dresses, heals, and suits in the latest fashions, stop and look at their imagine in the mirrors of the store fronts. I sympathize. I used to be one […]
The Power of “One”. Becoming a Missional Woman
As the poverty rate increases, the political climate tensions, and households everywhere seem whirling in uncertainty, increasingly hard times can leave people paralyzed along seas of desperation. Hearing the world’s birth pains, feeling the contractions of those struggling can overwhelm with guilt-induced deafness when faced with the reality, “We just can save them all.” As a […]
Soggy Faith. And a Practical Way to Serve. Unseen.
We snuggle in a booth. After twenty years. More in love than ever. Rain slays sheets of regret. Washing away tomorrow. One of those days. All is just right. The light of of new beginnings. Shines bright in hearts fully wanting. And I hear them cheer. Down center. From the bar, a little too near. Tipsy […]
When A Stranger Captures Me. Homeless.
I can’t get him out of my head. A sunken feeling. Leaves me breathless. From his image. We pass. The world dances. All around. And he sleeps. As if…. An invisible species. Many not thinking. Worth redeeming. Or feeding…..for that matter. And my husband asks, “Why”….”Why does he capture you so?” And my lips move voluntarily….as […]