“There was a guy in Fairhope named Ziggy. He was homeless and we pulled over to check on him. We took him to church and out to eat after. One Sunday at church, God told me there were a lot more people like Ziggy out there that need help. After church, I told Ziggy we were going to start feeding the homeless and he said he was in for the next Tuesday. On Sunday night I started debating it and thinking I bit off more than I could chew. God told me to pick up the book ‘Radical’ and started reading where I had left off months ago. The first thing I read was “What you have done for the least of these, you are doing for me.” I got my message from God.
We cooked spaghetti on Monday and we delivered on Tuesday night. That was three years ago. After that, we started serving watermelon and passing out Rice Krispies or chewy bars, anything they can stuff in their pocket. We have seen God change lives through this. We give them something so they see we care and listen to us. They saw we were here every week and started opening up. Homeless can happen so quick and many don’t choose to be here.
This is my favorite part of the week. At the end of the day, there are bigger things out there than what I have going on. ‘Man, I am grad I came today,’ is the best thing I can hear.”