Here is an article my good friend Lindy wrote for Focus on the Family’s Leadership Institute. My prayers are with them as they change their program to better meet the needs of current college students.
Here is the article about my good friend William Schooman. It tells part of our story since Lent 2012 (along with our roommates Kelley Hubler and Emily Sarantapoulas.)
For Holy Week 2013 I went back to the streets of San Antonio and lived “under the stars” with my good friend Lorenza Andrade Smith. She is an ordained Methodist minister in the Southwest Texas Conference and has been living among the homeless for over 2 years. She carries no money, lives completely outside, and has no health care. (She only carries a bag, sleeping bag, a communion chalice, a phone, and a few food gift cards she receives from givers.)
She has taught me a lot about “living among” and how to care for the poor without harming their pride, esteem, integrity, and humanization. She totally has given up everything to live with the community she is called to live among.
Going to back to spend the nights living on the streets of San Antonio was like a dream in someways. It did not take me long to remember the smells, sounds, and feelings on experiences on the streets.
During the next few posts I will recall my journey back to the streets of San Antonio.
Here is my Sermon about my Lenten Journey: Click Here
It was given during the Crossings Service at Trinity Baptist Church.
I wrote an article for the San Antonio Express News.
It’s my last official post during my 40 days.
Check it out.
A friend of mine, named Cowboy, told me that “nobody on the streets should be called homeless. Our home is where we lay our head. That could be the shelter, a bridge, or a friend’s floor.” It sounds cliche…but home really is where you make it.
I keep using homeless to define my friends…
What is another word we could use?
I will rejoice greatly in the LORD, my soul will exult in my God; for He has clothed me with garments of salvation. He has wrapped me with a robe of
I am back in my home.
Laying in my bed.
And I can’t sleep.
Other than my dog…it’s extremely quiet around here.
Almost too quiet.
It seems so strange to be back. I was always outdoors. Out in the open. Now I’m in a box of a room. It seems so small. Yet it’s big.
But I’m not going to lie. The bed is awesome.
Attending Easter lunch at Jesse’s house was fantastic. It was great to see his family and learn more about his life.
For dinner, Jesse, my parents, and my local friends had dinner at my place. I thought it might be awkward to have both come together. But it was amazing.
God bridges those gaps when we allow him to…
Here’s the reality.
I got to go home to a bed.
Over 3,500 people tonight did not have a Lenten timetable to be on the streets.
It seems wrong. Was it a simulation?
I hope not.