Communion

Communion

April 30, 2015

May 2015 - Update

One day while visiting with a homeless woman, who was severely mentally and physically challenged, she shared, “Pastor, I can't even pray. Do you know what that's like?” I told her I did know and that I had found it like being in the darkest of tunnels. As I was thinking this, I heard within,”You pray for her”.  I knew this was not meant as,  pray for her well-being, but, rather, you stand next to her and pray because she can't. At our best, this is what we all can do.  When there is no voice we can manage, when the words are dried up and the heart cannot find the faith, someone stand for us and pray- someone remember when we cannot remember and, with humility, speak for us.When we have been dealt just too much to bear and the injustice is drowning us, stand up and call out to heaven for us. 


Sometimes someone will ask what we are up to on the streets, and one of the things I say is, “Our business is prayer and we may be able to help with a few needs”.

April 07, 2015

April Update 2015

Well, you’d scarcely know that spring has arrived in Portland these first few days of April, and as usual March came in like a lion and went out, well, like a lioness. Still, Grace-Street Ministry’s three pastors and several volunteers are a hardy lot, and for as long as boots, gloves, coats, and long johns are required in and about the shelters, we shall hand them out. Then we'll switch to sneakers and tarps and tee shirts. 
 
Our people, Portland’s homeless and marginalized, number into the many hundreds, and many of them shoulder heavy burdens and face serious challenges, as every Preble Street Case Worker knows. But as God is with our people (Matt 25:40) so we take each one as a gift, and from where s/he is, here and now, right there beside us. And besides the “stuff” we distribute, we offer the intangibles of companionship when it is needed and prayer when is warranted. And we get on the phone or into the car when one of ours has a shot at an apartment or a job or needs a prescription filled or a trip to the bus station.

It is hard to put in writing, but there are very close moments in this work, at an 11:30  Sunday service across from the Preble Soup Kitchen, or on the walks we take along Congress street, or in a hospital room at Maine Medical, or in the spirituality group at Amistad Day Shelter, or in the heavy press of the Resource Center or Courtyard at Preble Street, moments of great joy, moments of deep sorrow, moments of serious humor. And each of these moments, we believe, is given us and given our people by the grace of God, as an offering or an instruction for the Journey through life, our journey together. It is humbling.