So how many angels did I squash while doing some street ministry? Or better yet, how many have asked for reassignment because I tend to wander off track?
I had gone to Texarkana in hopes of loving on some of my friends who were on the street. A stop or two. A pullover here and there. A park and get out. A journey of hope filled with hugs, prayers, and joy in Christ. And some items from my trunk.
I spooked three of my friends when my lights shone upon them after pulling to the side where they sat on a curb, and they promptly rose to leave. They didn’t know my car since I was driving a new one, but we did get to linger in the shadows and share our day.
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