I hope the one or two people who read my blog will look at this one too.
That Tuesday night was a roller coaster of emotions.
In just the first few minutes of Street Ministry we heard back to back stories of affliction and devastation from our friends who are homeless.
“After the stroke, I still can’t move my right side.”
“My wife and I broke up.”
“He got beat up and is at Stanford Hospital in ICU.”
“I don’t think I have much longer to live.”
It can be so heartbreaking to hear these stories and witness the hardships and suffering. That night it felt overwhelming. There is so much darkness, and it is so far beyond my control.
As we drove to our second stop of the night I wondered, “Why do I do this? Does it matter? Am I making a difference? The community and the people there seem just as broken as ever, if not more so.”
I had to remind myself that…
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