For the last five years, the youth group that I grew up in has been taking trips to Portland to work with Bridgetown Ministries - a ministry that works to love people, homeless or not, the way that they think Jesus would love them.
Time after time on the trips, conversations lead to stories like this one, kids who were kicked out or ran away - and who no one came looking for.
Brains and Boxes
Nine years ago, I sat on a dark rooftop with an uncertain and frustrated team. Frustrated by the four walls that seemed to be hemming t...
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There is a certain kind of hoarse shriek that I am convinced only the middle school male is capable of producing. Some of them with ... -
High schoolers. Bonfires. Banana splits. Bodies every direction that you turn. There are either 130 of them here or 140, a tightly p...
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