Towards the end of our big community dinner last Monday, right in the middle of this crazy obstacle course game, time stood still just long enough for me to look around. Up front, six-year-old Tanisha and her...
Learn MoreThis is a mean season in Walnut Hills. Jobs are scarce. Government programs are tightening their belts. Groceries are running out. Rents are due. People are scared. On every busy corner around here, somebody...
Learn MoreChester has been my Monday night dinner companion for the better part of five years. He’s my friend, despite having never once lifted a finger to help or encourage me or anyone else, despite having...
Learn MoreThe other day I ran into Cletus, an old friend I first met four years ago, over breakfast at the local soup kitchen. I don’t volunteer there; I go for the donuts. The priest who runs the place doesn’t mind....
Learn MoreThe other day I met a young woman whose entire life was built around her identity as an urban minister, and whose entire life was in shambles. She was burned out from her work and, in the aftermath of a...
Learn MoreIt was late when Karen came over from next door with her cell phone. On the line was Emily, a young school teacher who moved here with her husband to be part of our fellowship, and who has been especially...
Learn MoreMy friend Ashley and I were on our way to pick up a family for Monday night dinner when we saw a bunch of teenagers and adults at the next corner, gathered around two kids fighting over a bicycle. As we drove...
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