If you didn’t know…
Skid Row is a popular block close to Little Tokyo in Downtown Los Angeles. It is home to the homeless. Tents pegged everywhere, smells, garbage…and then men, women, and families.
It is home to some good people who made mistakes, good people with unfortunate stories, people with good stories who made poor choices, and others.
Yesterday, I saw miracles on Skid Row. I saw miracles in the streets. But first,
For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat… (Mt 25:35-42)
For about two weeks, the Holy Spirit seemed to pull strings inside of me, pointing me toward that end. So, instead of the regular dose of Sunday Service and Sunday Netflix, I decided to follow Him. And the entire day turned out to be one big divine appointment.
Its the miracles on Skid Row I wish to highlight today. Continue reading “Miracles on Skid Row”