In a book called Beyond Homelessness, Theologians Brian Walsh and Stephen Bouma Prediger tell the story of two men: Kenny and Kenneth. They are neighbors, but seemingly, they do not have a lot in common. Kenneth is successful—he has a corporate job, travels between...
Fredericksburg had frozen over. Where accumulation underperformed, the thickness of Jack Frost’s blast had accommodated. In typical snow day tradition, members of the Micah community were clamoring for shovels at the first sign of flakes. Where snow signals hot cocoa...
I had needed to visit Robbie for several weeks. When he moved from Micah’s respite house to a nursing home, I had promised he would not be forgotten. But in the busyness of leading a young non-profit, raising money and learning the many things I had to learn about...
My first apartment was in downtown Fredericksburg. On a daily basis, especially when it was warm out, many people would walk up my street to access the nearby Canal Path. It was not until I began volunteering at a community dinner, hosted by a downtown church, that I...
Some things are too complex to explain in words. When I can’t get my point across in words, I draw pictures. When the pictures don’t convey, I do whatever I can to invite people into the story. I’ve asked people to join me at a community meal. I’ve walked people...
The old man had an attitude before I even showed up. By the time he got in my car, he had more than choice words for me and everyone else he would encounter that morning. I should set my alarm earlier. His place to live had problems. And if it weren’t for me, maybe...
