This morning, I visited a homeless individual (let’s call him “M” for convenience and privacy). Several days ago, someone attacked M, and M had to call 911. M was overwhelmed and tired of feeling anxious, insecure, and uncertain. Social workers offered M a room-sharing arrangement, but he rejected the offer due to fear. After months of sleeping on the street and experiencing multiple attacks, M started to change his mind and was now seriously considering accepting any available room or offer. I felt that God had been leading M to a more hopeful place.

This afternoon, someone brought C to see me. C was homeless and had a terminal illness. With the help of social workers, C recently moved to a new place. I knew C because he occasionally came to our meal program. I had a heartfelt conversation and prayed for C. Despite having a strong faith, C still needed comfort and prayer due to increased suffering. I gave C a small wooden cross to hold whenever he felt overwhelmed by suffering or couldn’t pray. In the end, C felt reassurance and God’s presence again.

I felt the need to write down my feelings and reflections after my experience with God’s presence in their (M & C) lives. They have been in my prayers.