Secondly, you can move people off the street but that doesn’t move them beyond their brokenness. It merely changes their physical location. They’re still addicted. They’re still sick. They’re still an emotional mess.

Candace received a photo of Daniel from his parents and showed it around our homeless community. Miraculously, someone recalled seeing him at a fast-food establishment only two blocks from where we host our Tuesday dinner parties.

One recent intersection came about as a result of hearing randomly from two heartbroken parents in New York whose thirty-year-old son, Daniel, had been missing for a year. Nothing in life prepares you for reality such as this. Nothing.