by Emily Wierenga | Oct 23, 2013 | gospel, homeless, hungry, inner city, love, mission, poverty, prodigal magazine, street person
I can’t walk into a fast food restaurant bathroom anymore without seeing her legs, the way they stuck skinny beneath the door that day in old man pants, with white socks and black slippers. A little girl and her mother were in front of me and we all froze and I said... by Emily Wierenga | Jul 17, 2013 | #imperfectprose, blogging, camping, God, homeless, hungry, hurt, imperfect prose on thursdays, Jesus, pain, street people
Kasher is chanting on the top of Trent’s shoulders, and it sounds like a monk’s song. We’re camping at Snaring River where we tented back when I was 39 weeks with the same boy. There are no flush toilets here. No hot showers. Just the bare smell of nature,... by Emily Wierenga | Aug 29, 2012 | calling, children, christians, crucifixion, david platt, holy spirit, homeless, Jesus, radical, sacrifice
the more i read Radical the more uncomfortable i become, because i’m not sure that i’m a christian. i think i’m a wannabe follower of Christ who’s missed the boat. he said, follow me, and i said, wait! i have my art and my writing and my... by Emily Wierenga | Jan 18, 2012 | faith, God, homeless, hungry, hurting, streets
it seems as though winter is making up for lost time, lady frost seated in our windows, and i remember him. the man with the plastic beads around his neck, and i wonder if he is warm tonight. his sign was crammed with black ink. it asked for spare change, but then it...