Hope
The Homeless Angel
“Volunteers. We need volunteers!” My pastor’s voice clapped with conviction. I sat in the back of the church and watched as the shuffle began. Young people got up from their seats, and took their places under signs that read: “Nursing Home,” “Hospital Visitation,” and “Coffee House.” My friend Alyssa and I made our way over...
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