My 6’4” burly husband is a magnet for people in need. Ever since I can remember, hurting folks look to Mike for support, guidance, and sometimes even rescue. He always seems to capitalize on this gift as an opportunity to share God’s love. It’s one of the things I fell in love with when I…
It was while I was sitting in our weekly prayer meeting one Monday night when I first saw them. They were faces. I saw faces peering through the huge glass windows of our storefront at The 180 Center. So many faces. They were the countenances of people who were hungry and longing. Yearning for warmth…
Working with broken people can be challenging. Not everyone has the patience for people who seem desperate for help one day, but walk out the door a week later because they want to eat brown rice instead of white rice! When we first started working with homeless and addicted people, we had no idea the…
Back in 2003, long before we had GPS or a cell phone, we found ourselves desperately lost on a road trip at night. We were almost out of gas, and we were in a dangerous part of an unfamiliar city. My husband pulled into a nearby run down gas station. We looked around at the…
When Mike and I first came to Connecticut, we attended Gateway Christian Fellowship in West Haven, experiencing passionate worship and compelling preaching. With a missions background, we were eager to get involved in outreach. We discovered our call serving food at the men’s shelter in New Haven twice a month. It felt fulfilling to prepare…
