Desperate words broke our Micah morning calm. “Come quick, come quick. We’ve found her and she is dead.” It had been an unusual three days since we last saw this particular client. But it was not so unusual for a homeless search party to stumble upon...
He stepped out of prison just in time for the big snow. At 61, he was sleeping on the streets with arthritic hips and a record that no employer would give a second glance. But as the snow fell on Fredericksburg, it was this little man who led the Micah charge to...
Everything I know about community, I learned from a homeless person. If you’ve seen a street person get a new pair of boots and pass his old pair to another who has none, you know what I mean. If you’ve had the joy of watching someone move into housing for...
There’s an old street legend about the man who used to greet people when they got out of jail. “Whenever anyone got out and they didn’t have a place to go,” street folks would say, “We’d send them to the woods just beyond Old Mill Park.” There they would find...
A man stopped me outside of Micah’s Thanksgiving Eve service one November. “I know your story,” he said. And he began to tell me about a former USA Today reporter who left a promising journalism career to go work for Martin Luther King, Jr. When...
