One Morning On Miller Street

The hot August air sat heavy on the street, as though too tired to stir.   Brooklyn, East New York, with few trees, just ripples in asphalt.  The window fans whirred.  Mama’s sat on fire escapes dabbing their forehead, watching children scurry after bubbles. I was here with Joy, a college sophomore from Minnesota, who was…

The Eyes of a Stranger on an Uptown Train

I settled into a copy of the sports page of the Daily News, plucked from an empty seat. At Fulton I looked up when I heard a gasp, and saw a man entering the subway car, the people around him stepping back and away, their eyes held wide like a shutter, peering at a dark…

How I Keep it Real in Evangelism

My father is a common man; simple, intelligent and honest. A lot of the world is like him. I meet them all the time in my day-to-day romp around New York City, strangers at first, but friends when we part. Dad reminds me to keep my message a common man’s language, and so does the…