November 07, 2016

November 2016 Update

As a street pastor I seem to talk a lot about the edge of compassion, you know that place where you lose your caring spirit, judgement fills your mind and your heart shrivels up. It happens to all of us. Our judgement/fear creates distance and walls us off from the Truth-that we are brothers and sisters all -One with Creation.
We may not agree on theology, or like each others behavior, or politics or choices in life, but the Truth is what we are interested in knowing on the streets and in the shelters in our ministry. Next time the wall between myself and another grows may I remember to ask Jesus to show up and reveal the Truth. If you do this be prepared to be shocked.

September 26, 2016

September 2016 Update

Sometimes out on the street it’s hard to see the little glimmers of hope shining through the cracks of the suffering. It’s easy to see the people either comatose or crazy from smoking spice, it’s impossible not to share the pain of loss when yet another member of the community dies from overdose, and it’s difficult to miss the morning self-medicating that allows people to get through another day. Sometimes you have to squint a bit to see the silver lining.

Thankfully, there are other days when hope gets all in your face like a puddle splash from a passing dumptruck on a busy street. This gaudy, audacious kind of hope surfaced last month when the young people at the Eastpoint Church summer bible camp had a contest to see who could bring in the most socks for the homeless (with the winning group deciding the color their youth pastor would dye his goatee).

Not only did the kids donate 1,000 pairs of socks to Grace-Street, but their now green-bearded pastor told me stories of kids driving through Portland, pointing out the window and saying “I bet that guy has a nice pair of socks. I’m so glad we could help him. It must be hard to be homeless”. Or perhaps the most touching was the story of young girl who had lost a tooth and informed her parents that “now that I’ll have some money from the tooth fairy, I can buy more socks for homeless people”.

Like I said, the miracles are sometimes subtle. And sometimes there as loud as a brass band, as bright as a shooting star and as full of hope as a new dawn.

Heartfelt thanks to all who help.

July 14, 2016

July 2016 Blog Update

July 2016 Blog Update

Mid-Summer! and so far it’s on again/off again between Congress and Oxford streets and down Preble and all the side streets where Grace-Street Ministry works. First hot and humid is on then off, then dark and dank, then bright and clear.

When you’re comfortably housed and well transported, you just turn the ac on or off and it’s another good Maine summer of work and play and family, and maybe there’s a week at the beach in view. When you’re homeless and your transport is by foot, daytime you sweat, shiver, and pray for more depending on whether it’s hot and humid, dark and dank, or bright and clear. Nighttime you sleep in a crowded shelter or outdoors under a bridge or a doorway, in a park or an alley, or in the woods.

If you’ve chosen the wrong friends, there is one substance or another to numb your senses and suspend the despair you feel mounting inside you. If you’ve chosen well, you’ve at least got each other’s backs. Against what? against having everything you carry stolen, your wallet or purse and all your money and id and prescriptions; against assault, physical, sexual, psychological; against aloneness and vulnerability.

What do you have when you are homeless then? Nothing? Well no, not entirely. You have the hope and the fortitude, the faith and the friends you can muster. You have the multiple services offered by Preble Street: the Resource Center and Soup Kitchen; the men’s, women’s, families, and teen shelters; the allied Health centers; and the Amistad day shelter and lunchroom.

And you have three pastors from Grace-Street Ministry working a 52-week Sunday, Tuesday, Thursday schedule, and each of them sooner or later is going to say Hello? Need a pair of socks? Everything okay? Then they’re going to listen and, depending, ask something like Where’d you get that bruise? What’s your shoe size? Got a case worker? Great you got that job, bus pass help? 15$ cover the rental app? Want us to call the landlord? Can you cover that prescription? What about getting a GED? When’s your appointment at Mercy? How are you planning on getting back to North Carolina? Would a prayer help? A food card?

So yes, it’s hard, really hard when you’re homeless in America. But in Portland you are not alone. You have Preble Street and Grace-Street Ministry. Sincerest thanks to our individual supporters and church partners. We can do this.

July 13, 2016

Pastor Jeff Logan Preaching 7/31 in North Yarmouth

Pastor Jeff Logan will be preaching on the work of Grace-Street Ministry on Sunday 7/31/16 at 9:30 am at the First Congregational Church on 3 Gray Road in North Yarmouth, Maine.  If you’re in the neighborhood, come on by.

June 15, 2016

June 2016 Blog Update

When we started this ministry, to be with the homeless in Portland, ten years ago, we did not really understand the educational component involved. It has evolved though as a very important aspect of our work. Sharing the stories and educating the housed on the reality of poverty and homelessness is a big part of what we do. It does not just lessen the barriers between people, it also allows those who are more fortunate to share more closely in the circumstances of others. 
I believe at our core we are compassionate beings. Much can get in the way of that potential of caring and sharing. Many of us become numb to the pain around us and or feel impotent to make any positive difference. The Church on the Cape, Cape Porpoise are not an apathetic crowd. They put their compassion into action as demonstrated this past winter- supplying  our ministry and therefore hundreds of homeless with winter socks all through the winter and recently they have come forth again , spearheaded by one member BeverlyBangs, with a supply of hundreds of white socks for the summer.
This may seem like a small change in someones life, a pair of clean socks but think about your feet, wet and blistered as many are and having the small comfort at the end of the weary day of warm, dry socks.

Compassionate hearts touching hurting feet -no small thing.