He let us call the church for help, he let us load him in the van in the rain, he rode back to an unknown church with four strangers. He held my hand on the ride and with tearful eyes kept asking me, “Why would you care for me? I’m just a drunk.” He’s still wondering why we cared, what made us come to him… we assured him it was not our idea to walk in the rain through Harlem… rather God was trying to reach out to him, pursuing him…
- A street volunteer’s interaction with Roosevelt, a homeless man in Harlem. Click here to read the whole story.
