He’d stand on the front sidewalk and smoke a cigarette, and he’d talk. Not to other customers. To himself.
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Frank smiled. Then he asked, “Does your iced tea have healing powers?”
One of the more frustrating elements of ministry at Joe’s is the complexity of the roots of problems. More than your average congregants who have their family background and personal emotional woundings for baggage, we daily encounter these plus the worldview and value system that is inherent to generational poverty. Add to these the ingredients of drug addiction and mental illness, and otherwise simple needs become recipes for extreme frustration to a minister. We struggle to know whether to hope for improvement or simply to recognize one another as family and love each other IN the condition some are.