05/07/2026
This Sunday morning broke me.
I don’t usually go through town this early. But today, on my way to work, I couldn’t look away.
While other kids were being woken up for church...
Some still under blankets for 5 more minutes.
Some eating breakfast at the table.
Some packing bags for a trip to the farm with family...
Other kids were sleeping on the street.
Right there on bare pavement.
Cold morning breeze on their skin.
No bedsheet. No blanket. No jacket.
And some still under the influence of drugs, because that’s the only thing that feels like warmth right now.
People walked past. No one stopped.
No one is making them breakfast.
No one is ironing their Sunday best.
No one is planning a trip with them.
I saw one boy sleeping on the ground and my chest ached.
I felt frustrated. I felt helpless.
How did we get to a place where this feels normal?
And then I asked myself the hard question: Am I doing enough?
Friends, I can’t do this alone. I need more soldiers with me.
But we don’t have to wait for “one day” to start winning.
Today we can do one simple thing: feed them.
If your heart is moved, will you help us sponsor a meal for the children on the streets?
Even one meal tells a child: You are seen. You matter. You are not forgotten.