Three Darryls at Christmas

Istepped into the drizzle knowing exactly where I was—and who I was there for. This wasn’t a casual stop or a quick hello. This was the lot beside two shelters, the streets where our homeless friends gather, wait, and watch.I arrived first, the rain light but persistent, the kind that doesn’t rush, it just lingers. Before long, the group from Rock Creek Baptist Church pulled up, re...

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