Finding Momentum

Mike’s been doing well lately. He’s got a place to stay at in Oak­land, and does odd jobs around the area to keep him­self going. He doesn’t even take me up on my offers to get him a meal any­more. “Go on ‘head Drew, I’m all right.” I feel kind of bad, though, because I haven’t been see­ing him as much as I could be. “Things have been crazy,” I tell him, and he under­stands in a way that I didn’t expect him to.

It’s been about a full year since we first met, and it still amazes me I’d get to know Mike like this. And thank you–Justin, Sarah, Joanna, Steve, Ruth, and any­body else–who’ve paused and given a lit­tle bit of your time, your change, your prayers, a meal, your lis­ten­ing ear to a brother. Much love to David and Hatty and all those other folks who wres­tle with daily inter­ac­tions with the home­less. We’re not per­fect, we’re not always brave, but we’re the Body and we’re tak­ing a step