I would write a lengthy blog quoting Brother Henry Mooney who I interviewed today in his tiny church next door to where he serves food and provides clothing to the homeless three days a week. He grew up on these tough streets of San Antonio, graduated high school, went into the Army, and when he came out, well, I just hope you listen to him for three minutes. As we sat in the front row pew of this tiny church, Brother Henry asked me if I would like him to testify, and I have learned on this Road to never say no. So, here is his story said better than I could.
How does Brother Henry get the homeless, the addicted, the hopeless to engage with him? “First thing, I show them compassion. And I listen. A lot. You just don’t blow them off, and then over time they can begin to build a trust in you because you’re giving them time.”