
Frustration
NB: As I wrote about here, I am writing about the days I did street engagement work among the unhoused population as a way of dealing with the trauma I experienced there. – HH I was frustrated. I had been…
Hopeful in spite of the facts
Hopeful in spite of the facts

NB: As I wrote about here, I am writing about the days I did street engagement work among the unhoused population as a way of dealing with the trauma I experienced there. – HH I was frustrated. I had been…
Monday morning at 7 AM I was heading north on Interstate 55, heading toward my hometown. A woman I knew had died. She and her husband lived down the road from Mom on a few acres we had sold before…
A year ago today, I bought the domain name for this website, Humidity And Hope. Yesterday was the 9th anniversary of that time I was threatened with arrest for feeding hungry people. Those are not entirely unrelated facts. In the…
“Can I ask you a question?” It came over text. I didn’t see it for a while. I have a bad habit of walking away from my phone. But when I saw it, I replied. “Sure. What’s up?” I should…
Some years back, I was hanging out in the smoking rea of the day shelter I ran at the time. It was one of my favorite community-building activities – it’s hard to have any agenda in a smoking area, especially…
Tony is a Black man who lives on the edge of homelessness, with occasional bouts of sheltered living. Tony is also a gay man, but not completely out, largely due to concerns about his safety in the world he lives…
I spent this morning among Pentecostal folk. I have never seen a blind man regain sight. I have never seen a cancerous tumor go away untreated. I have never spoken in tongues. When I prayed over the dying, they still…