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some things are hard to remember
Among the dozens of drunks we’ve met in the short duration of our ministry, only a few have told us that they hate it and hope to stop living in that pattern. Among those, only one has shown serious effort in that direction, that we’ve seen. Len has reached out to us in his efforts, [...]
under a bridge, mourning
It was early spring, chilly outside. We'd been coming to the bridge for several weeks, but not long enough yet for it to feel like home. We still felt... different. We arrived with a stack of pizzas to share and a smile, as usual. We stood under the bridge while the rain came down outside. A young woman sat staring at her pizza, tears running down her face.
Sometimes it’s hard to know how to love
We were in the park with our friends, and a guy walked up. I got a very creepy feeling from him, like he was really dangerous. Or like he didn't see me as a person. As he walked away, my friend said he was a "psychopath", which had been my thoughts exactly.
The Soloist is for real
The Soloist is about crossing barriers, about reaching for love. I was guarded, worried that it would sugar-coat or romanticize the “homeless” thing. But it looks to me like they really got it right. I walked out thinking it was perfect, and I’ve never really thought that about a movie before. Rather than try to [...]
“Crazy” Carl
The first time I saw him, he was wandering across Sixth Street, apparently oblivious to traffic. He had a bright green sleeping bag wrapped around his shoulders, but it didn’t do much to protect him from the rain. His lush brown hair was wavy, and matted. He had a wild beard. My mind put him [...]
Prayers and Tears and Beer
We celebrated Easter by holding a memorial service under the bridge today. Usually, we just bring food and hang out for an hour or so. We make contact, listen, hug, but we don’t preach or pray. Not that the subject of God doesn’t come up… we get asked whether we’re Christian pretty often, and our [...]