One day while visiting with a homeless woman, who was severely mentally and physically challenged, she shared, “Pastor, I can't even pray. Do you know what that's like?” I told her I did know and that I had found it like being in the darkest of tunnels. As I was thinking this, I heard within,”You pray for her”. I knew this was not meant as, pray for her well-being, but, rather, you stand next to her and pray because she can't. At our best, this is what we all can do. When there is no voice we can manage, when the words are dried up and the heart cannot find the faith, someone stand for us and pray- someone remember when we cannot remember and, with humility, speak for us.When we have been dealt just too much to bear and the injustice is drowning us, stand up and call out to heaven for us.
Sometimes someone will ask what we are up to on the streets, and one of the things I say is, “My business is prayer and we may be able to help with a few needs”.