Writing what I live and see
Street ministry is a lot like opening a box of Cracker Jacks. You never know what you’re going to get, something heartbreaking, something hilarious, or something so holy you just stand there blinking like, “Lord… was that You?” (Spoiler: yes. It was.)This day was one of those moments that left me breathless, not from running (because I do not run unless something is chasing me), ...