I just got home from church where I sobbed nearly the whole time.  I’m up in the attic that we’ve transformed into a chapel space and listening to a soothing Pandora station where Cademon’s Call is expressing my pain: The prince of despairs been beaten Lord But the loser still fights Death’s on a long… Read more »

“Who smells like grape bubblegum?!” I asked a line of folks waiting to eat at a soup kitchen one summer day in 2011. Anthony was the culprit, as he showed me his grape cigarello. That was the beginning of one of the closest friendships I have been gifted in Uptown. A few weeks after meeting… Read more »

But how can people call for help if they don’t know who to trust? And how can they know who to trust if they haven’t heard of the One who can be trusted? And how can they hear if nobody tells them? And how is anyone going to tell them, unless someone is sent to… Read more »

  Thursday morning the doorbell rang. “Hi Sheryl. I want you and Jordan and Rachel to meet me at Benny’s tonight between 4:30 and 6. I will buy you something to eat and drink.” I love listening to Warren talk – especially considering how many years it’s taken him to open up enough to talk… Read more »