Alleluia, alleluia give thanks to the risen Lord Alleluia, alleluia give praise to His name.
The music had barely faded from our Easter liturgy when I walked into the hospital room of a woman I had been asked to visit but had never met.
When I started out on the Church on the Street, I gave little thought to some of the logistics of such a ministry apart from determining that it would be 8 p.m. onwards every Thursday evening.
The Church on the Street: Reaching out a hand of hope
The Church on the street: A gift of thanks on Christmas morn
The Church on the Street: Moment of grace enhances a noisy night
Harriet’s spirit wins out in the long run
The brutality of life on the streets could not defeat this ‘I used to be famous’ woman
There are evenings when I am walking the streets that deep theological insights come abruptly to my mind. This was one such evening.
Harriet’s salvation
The screen faded to black and as the music drifted into the evening air the audience sat in silence. When the lights came up in the movie theatre, two women were standing in front of the screen and the audience rose in applause.