Under a Bridge

One Tuesday evening we joined a group of men from a local Methodist church to minister under a bridge where many "outcasts" of society seemed to gather. It was a blessing to work along side them and see their heart for these hurting men and women. We did some worship, the drama, and prayed for a lot of them. God was present with us. They told us that they had been ministering here for 15 years, which usually includes some worship and giving the people a meal. Street Life kind of stuff.

I evidently prayed with the guy in the last picture last year in a church service and it was a powerful time in his life. He remembered my name. Crazy stuff.