On Wednesdays each week I facilitate a prayer service for some of the homeless people who arrive at “Resurrection House” - a day shelter in Sarasota.
I never preach. Instead I lead my homeless friends in a silent meditation on scripture. Then I encourage us to express our own prayers - silently or aloud. This we do as we light a tea-light, or a candle.
For reasons which care “beyond my ken” I broke from my own precedent today. I asked the six strong congregation to join me in song.
We sang “Nobody knows the trouble I see”. As we sang, so the tears ran down the face of a young man who’d joined our tiny congregation.
He needed to weep. Our song had touched a place deep within him. I responded to his tears with a firm but safe hug.