Tonight was my last meal at 9th Street ministry “Taking it to the Streets.”
It was a strange feeling.
I really don’t want the journey to end.
Most of my good friends on the streets have been informed of my real identity. All of them took it well…and we actually drew closer as friends.
Georgia and Jesse have been like brothers. I would do anything for them.
Once the meal was over, Jesse and I took the bus to our bridge area near downtown. The minute I got on the bus, a women shouted with joy “You are the Pastor on the News!”.
I froze. So did Jesse. Actually he started to laugh.
The woman saw the clips of my journey on WOAI and was moved by the experience. She had a lot of questions and made sure the entire bus knew what I was doing. It was very humbling.
The woman was homeless herself, or at least in poverty. However, after talking with her, she pulled out $2 dollars and leaned over to kiss me on the cheek.
I tried to refuse the money. But she would not have it. She wanted it to go to me and my ministry.
I was moved.
She does not have anything….
But this woman gave a lot.
Maybe everything she had.