A breathless usher found me during the worship service yesterday. “There’s a guy here who needs to talk with you.” Meaning, ‘There’s a homeless guy and you’re the one who knows what to do about that.’ I found the guy in the lobby, and instantly recognized him – from one of the shelters I frequent. He left that spot to move in with his brother, or so he told folks. Now he’s in a tent community. He was surprised I…