June 25, 2015


Out on the street, in addition to the socks and the t-shirts, the sneakers and the coffee cards, we do a lot of praying.  We pray for the souls of loved ones who have died, we pray for children who have been taken away, and we pray for the strength to get through another day out on the street.  In prayer, there is the hope of a new and brighter day.

Most of the time it’s hard to know if our prayers have been answered.  One has to take the long view and have faith that over time change will come to the circumstances of our lives, and that our immediate comfort is tied to that hope for the future.
But then there are the times where there’s a clear and dynamic answer, an unambiguous affirmation that our prayers have been heard and answered.  That happened last night when the City Council of Portland voted unanimously to restore funding for the overflow shelter at the Preble Street Resource Center, keeping 75 homeless adults safe and off the night streets of our city.   And by continuing to provide General Assistance for asylum seekers, the council showed that “Life is Good Here” isn’t just a motto for upscale condo residents, it’s a motto for all of us.

Compassion ruled the day.  Our prayers were answered.   Amen and blessed be.

April 30, 2015

May 2015 - Update

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, “Our business is prayer and we may be able to help with a few needs”.

April 07, 2015

April Update 2015

Well, you’d scarcely know that spring has arrived in Portland these first few days of April, and as usual March came in like a lion and went out, well, like a lioness. Still, Grace-Street Ministry’s three pastors and several volunteers are a hardy lot, and for as long as boots, gloves, coats, and long johns are required in and about the shelters, we shall hand them out. Then we'll switch to sneakers and tarps and tee shirts. 
Our people, Portland’s homeless and marginalized, number into the many hundreds, and many of them shoulder heavy burdens and face serious challenges, as every Preble Street Case Worker knows. But as God is with our people (Matt 25:40) so we take each one as a gift, and from where s/he is, here and now, right there beside us. And besides the “stuff” we distribute, we offer the intangibles of companionship when it is needed and prayer when is warranted. And we get on the phone or into the car when one of ours has a shot at an apartment or a job or needs a prescription filled or a trip to the bus station.

It is hard to put in writing, but there are very close moments in this work, at an 11:30  Sunday service across from the Preble Soup Kitchen, or on the walks we take along Congress street, or in a hospital room at Maine Medical, or in the spirituality group at Amistad Day Shelter, or in the heavy press of the Resource Center or Courtyard at Preble Street, moments of great joy, moments of deep sorrow, moments of serious humor. And each of these moments, we believe, is given us and given our people by the grace of God, as an offering or an instruction for the Journey through life, our journey together. It is humbling.

February 19, 2015

March 2015 Update

The Portland Press Herald had an article on February 18th that said there is more ice in the harbor than there’s been in 35 years.  We’re also about a foot ahead of the snow total average for the entire season and we have over a month to go before winter begins to loosen her grip. 

This kind of winter makes one even more thankful for the blessings of a warm house to hunker down in, and also makes one more acutely aware of the dangers facing those who are homeless.  We have had many, many requests for boots, for coats, for hats and gloves – all the things that it make it possible to be out on a Maine winter day without risking hypothermia, frostbite or worse.  So imagine my surprise last week when I went to Walmart to fill a cart with winter clothes and discovered instead rack upon rack of t-shirts and bathing suits.  I’d forgotten that the acute needs of those who so often go without don’t really affect the seasonal rotation of a large national retailer.  Just another example of how different reality is for those who are living on the margins.

But on the bright side – and there is always a bright side – the generosity of churches, of individuals, of businesses like the Portland Gear Hub have allowed us to continue to help with the small things that bring comfort during the most challenging season of the year. 

And even though our street corner cathedral is buried in snow and ice, we’ve found other places to pray – sometimes in the courtyard outside the day shelter, and sometimes in the warmth and chaos of the soup kitchen.  There is an extra potency to these small moments of the sacred when the world outside turns stark and cold and uninviting.  It is these moments – more than the boots and the gloves and the hats – that make our work of some value.  Holding hands in a circle with people struggling to survive, while an angry patron whacks the coffee urn in frustration, and we raise our eyes and our voices up to the divine in the midst of the sturm und drang of another day on the street – this is a snapshot moment that, for all its brevity, is nothing short of miraculous. 

So here’s to another season of snow, of ice, of cold and of the remarkable capacity of the human spirit to rise above the challenges of the day-to-day and bathe in the pure light of love, in the pure light of God.

January 05, 2015

January 2015

A family -including two teens - that we have known for years in this ministry, stuffed 25 big Christmas stockings for those on the street. They showed up on Christmas Eve to say hello and distributed them to the elderly and handicapped who were waiting on the first dinner line at the soup kitchen. I watched the scene of mutual joy from across the street, thinking these teens won't avoid or be afraid of people who seem down and out. Their parents have helped them understand something about poverty and compassion. All of us have our “edge of compassion” where kindness dries up and judgement shrinks our heart. It's where we forget the other is our brother or sister.  In this ministry, we pray that all of us, housed and homeless, those unemployed and those economically comfortable get stretched- that Spirit works on our fear to bring us closer to the Truth and we all get shocked by what the world looks like through the eyes of Love.

A New Year of blessings, clarity and joy for all, Love, Pastor Mair, Pastor Bob and Pastor Jeff