Neighbours @ 320 Princess.

She came to our door. Soaked by rain this past Monday, June 2. Shaking, she held an unlit cigarette to her lips. I told her my name as I welcomed her to UGM. I inquired after her name. She shared it. She was given food. She was asked if I could pray for her. Selflessly she indicated to others. Albert, another guest (not pictured) observing the interaction, encouraged prayer for all street people like “Abby” (not her real name). Minutes later I helped Abby to her feet as she struggled. I was astonished to see her left hand was like a swollen club. No fingers. No thumb. She told me ‘surgery went wrong.’ I wondered if this was the result of a life on the street. Frostbite is a curse for our street neighbours & we too often see people with missing digits on feet or hands.

He has taken to be a regular visitor to our door. “Steve” is looking for a home. Not always lucid, he loves conversation & recognition. The cans at his feet tell their own story. But what is his story? Jesus knows. He himself professes Jesus. We share Jesus. Neighbours.