We are honored to host a private screening of the award-winning documentary Poverty, Inc. at the Angelika on November 10. As the winner of 30 film festival honors and recipient of 11 awards, Poverty, Inc. is changing the way people think about helping those in need.Read More
That long, tangly mess of gray hair billowed off his chin, matching his booming voice. It was impossible to miss his happy-as-a-lark presence. It was also impossible not to whiff the whiskey.
Despite the elongated speech, Bobby was a delight to be around, an adventurer at heart. He was the first man to attend our art classes last fall, not afraid to jump in when others were skeptical.Read More
"They said you would help me if you could."
I was cautious, a little stand-off-ish. I'd never met her. What did she want from me?
That day, we're also going to set up to wash feet. We are compelled to offer feet washing again because we have been recently reminded of the significance of simply offering to wash another person's feet.Read More
Much is told lately about cops who do the wrong thing. Today on the streets, some people I was talking to decided to celebrate the good cops -- with three good stories.Read More
Meet Reginald. When we first met, he immediately asked me if we had any reading glasses. It isn't a request we get every day, so we were curious as to why he had such a need.
He told us, "I lost my job not long ago when my company went out of business. That's why I'm homeless."Read More
Joe has been homeless for two years. As we sat and talked on Saturday, he said, "I'm getting my hair cut so I can look good for my job interview!"
"Really?" we asked.Read More
I am accustomed to homogeny at church. All my life I have attended nearly-all-white congregations of mostly affluent people. Meanwhile, I have always heard talk of what church could (or should?) be like: rich and poor, black and white, all worshipping Jesus together. I have heard that this is what church will be like one day, when we're all in glory together. But I haven't experienced this ideal.
Until Sunday.Read More
“I wanted to stab him. I told him if he didn’t apologize we could take it outside. I woulda stabbed him.”
Aghast, I stared off into the distance. What if he has a knife on him right now? I wondered. Could he stab me?Read More
We are so excited! On Sunday, October 4, Pastor Jonathan Grace will lead the very first service of a new church called Church at the Square.
Church at the Square (CATS) will be held in the courtyard of CitySquare's Opportunity Center and all are welcome. Our South Dallas community and our North Dallas community are all invited to participate in this worship service.Read More
I had an idea, an idea to take to the streets.
I thought it might be dismissed outright. But I also thought it worth the chance someone might latch on.Read More
The lady who ran off with the shoes today, I had seen her before. It all crystalized as she sauntered away ...
She was the same woman who cussed me out a few months ago. And I'm talking mean. More expletives than I've ever heard. She seemed so crazy that day that I assumed mental illness and/or drug use.
But then, today.Read More
Perhaps the most beautiful thing about Friday night was all of the different people who joined us. Not only did we get to spend time with homeless men and women but some little ones joined us, too.
A friend and her husband brought their two young daughters to help pass out the suppers. Each of them, delighted, grabbed sacks of spaghetti -- and salad and bread and a cookie -- and walked fearlessly and joyfully up to the men and women that passed us by.Read More
On Friday, September 4, we will head to South Dallas with spaghetti suppers donated by Gold's Gym trainer Edward Henson.
Every year, the Highland Park Belles hold a spaghetti supper, and both last year and this year, Edward Henson has led the way in donating meals for the homeless.Read More
I thought bed rest would make me bored.
I thought I'd want to pull my hair out.
I thought my home would turn into a revolving door of new faces to entertain me.
I was wrong.
Instead, I have come to love the silence.Read More
Today, I told the streets goodbye. Or, farewell. See you later.
I got to sit with my friend named Greene on the corner. He entertained me with his vibrant mind, informing me that, in fifteen or twenty years, people would be traveling to Mars to live. “It’ll be a suicide mission,” he said with his chuckle and lisp.
When I walked up, I just plopped down in the middle of them. It is no longer “by invitation only” that I sit, but I am part of them and they, me. I am a part of the community. Granted, I am not homeless. I do not live on the streets, but, as my friend Rowdy told me several months ago, “You are one of us.”Read More
Slender, wide-grinned, big-hearted Gregory Crawford stands a little above the crowd. When he finished up trade school and moved to Dallas in the '80s, he entered a world that, unbeknownst to him, would soon swallow him up and threaten his very life.
In those days, South Dallas was known as “The War Zone,” an area of the city completely above law and order. An article from 1988 puts the invasion of crack/cocaine in South Dallas this way: “It's easy to conclude that this is not merely a poor neighborhood invaded by drugs. It is occupied territory, a neighborhood claimed by crack. Drugs aren't a subculture here. They are the culture.”Read More
Back in January, many people came together to donate furniture and/or funds to help Eva fill her apartment. (If you'll remember, she went from sleeping on a cot at the shelter to sleeping on the floor of her apartment because she had no furniture.)
Thanks to everyone who donated furniture, kitchen items, etc., and to those of you who donated funds.Read More
In a world that judges us by our productivity and accomplishments, homeless people don’t fit in.
People who sit in the dirt and drink beer day after day simply have no place in our American life. They seem to contribute nothing to our society; they only take.Read More