Every homeless person has a name. They came from some sort of family. Every homeless person has hopes, dreams, and stories to tell.

Last night I ran into a guy I’ve known for almost 20 years. He used to work at Nightwatch. He hasn’t been able to work, due to a health problem. Last night was his first night of being homeless in a tent community. “Frank” thought our chance encounter was proof that God was looking out for him. How could I disagree?

I mean, what are the chances?

Then “Frank” said something I’ve heard pretty often: “Don’t say homelessness can never happen to you.”

Homeless people: They all have names. We all have names.