“I want a Cadillac,” said an older bearded man standing in front of me. I was behind a counter serving breakfast on my first shift volunteering at a street ministry in a small town outside of Portland, my hometown. It was my first time inside a street ministry.
A Cadillac
A Cadillac
A Cadillac
“I want a Cadillac,” said an older bearded man standing in front of me. I was behind a counter serving breakfast on my first shift volunteering at a street ministry in a small town outside of Portland, my hometown. It was my first time inside a street ministry.