I met a few homeless friends on one corner of a street, and one of them told me how his favorite verse became Psalm 30:5, especially after he’d done something terrible a few years ago. He recited it: “For his anger lasts only a mo- Pam Kumpe ment, but his favor lasts a lifetime; weeping may stay for the night, but rejoicing comes in the morning. ”
My next stop took me to a waving friend who wiped his face with a hand towel as he stood in the shade. Then, to a man sitting across from a church, and then again, I saw a man sitting in the shade on the back steps of an abandoned building.
Next, I ran into a dozen more friends near a shelter who were thirsty and hot, and one small family of four I’d known for a while was now back at the shelter. It was great that I’d loaded up my trunk with the Gatorade from a friend.
