I don’t usually carry fear when I hit the streets for ministry. But that day, fear caught me off guard for just a few seconds. My heart sped up as an SUV abruptly stopped in the middle of the road, where my homeless friends and I were laughing and soaking up the sunshine—which felt as comforting as warm spaghetti sauce over pasta.
The doors flew open, and three teenage boys jumped out, moving toward us with quick, determined strides. I could feel my friends tense beside me; they instinctively formed a protective barrier.
One of my homeless friends, a tall man with grizzled hair and a kind face, stepped forward. “You boys need something?” he asked calmly, his voice steady like a lighthouse in rough waters.
PLEASE LOG IN FOR PREMIUM CONTENT. Our website requires visitors to log in to view the best local news.
Not yet a subscriber? Subscribe today!
