My heart was pounding. I didn’t really know what to expect. I had never done something like this before. Since moving to Toronto, my only experiences with homeless or street involved people had been the occasional panhandler. I had always walked by, perhaps reading their cardboard sign but mostly just avoiding eye contact. It wasn’t that I didn’t care, I just didn’t know what to do.
Jn 20:21 & Phil 2:5-8