Tag: homeless church service

Toppled from My High Perch of Holiness

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on October 21, 2016. Posted in GOD, HOMELESSNESS. 4 Comments on Toppled from My High Perch of Holiness

The alarm went off, and I drifted, reliving my dreams. Startling awake, I checked the time. I still had an hour to make it to church. Until I looked closely. The secondhand was stuck on the 4, click, click, clicking. After I hurriedly dressed, I ran downstairs where real clocks exist. I had 8 minutes to make it to St. Mary’s. I was...

“Working” with “The Homeless”

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on May 6, 2016. Posted in HOMELESSNESS, LOVE. 8 Comments on “Working” with “The Homeless”

He calls me over. Wants to know if I work out. “‘Cause you sure got a nice shape.” The breakfast St. Mary’s offers for those currently homeless is almost finished. He’s mopping up his grits. His friend on the other side of the table is interested in my answer to his question. The friend cranes his neck,...

That’s the Way Rumors Get Started

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on November 19, 2014. Posted in HOMELESSNESS, Writing. 12 Comments on That’s the Way Rumors Get Started

This morning at the church service attended mainly by those living on the streets, one of the guys told me about two recent incidents when he’d been told he was an inspiration. He began the story by saying, “I’m not telling you this to to be bragging.” I’ve known him for about a year and a half. He wasn’t...

Scars on My Heart

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on November 5, 2014. Posted in HOMELESSNESS. 13 Comments on Scars on My Heart

Today as I was leaving the 8:00 church service, which is mostly attended by folks living on the streets, a man stopped me. I was in my car; he was on foot. He stood in the exit to the parking lot, flagging me down. He’d already stood before me in the hall where breakfast is served, asking me to go find the pastor. He didn’t...

Our Very Own Banner

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 23, 2014. Posted in General. 2 Comments on Our Very Own Banner

I cannot be at the Wednesday morning church service this week where “art” is defined as crosses made from chip bags thrown into the streets of the neighborhood, but I’m there nonetheless. I stab my thumb with my needle, and I’m remembering the suggestions for images to include on our new banner: an eagle, World...

My Wednesdays

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on July 2, 2014. Posted in General. 3 Comments on My Wednesdays

I never know what to do with Wednesdays. At 8:00, I go to church. The priest sometimes stops the liturgy to urge us to look overhead and watch the light show: dust motes floating in the sunbeams from the stained glass windows. Today, because it’s Fourth of July week, the guitarist during communion plays “This Land is Your...

The Morning of Hearts and Crosses

Written by Ellen Morris Prewitt on February 19, 2014. Posted in General. 6 Comments on The Morning of Hearts and Crosses

I groan and complain because it’s early in the morning and as my husband says, “You’ve never been a morning person.” I’ve decided, in fact, this is not my ministry. Opportunities to give back abound; it’s my choice how to respond. I’ll go one more time and then I’ll ease out. Let someone more...