On one corner there was an old man in a wheelchair. Under the bridge there were 2 women with an infant in a child seat on the sidewalk. On another corner was Peggy, in the cold rain and obviously very pregnant; I pulled over to talk to her. I introduced myself, gave her food and water, and told her about this ministry. As soon as we began to talk the light rain became a frigid downpour. I actually had the fleeting consideration that my hat and leather jacket were in danger of getting ruined... seeing Peggy's pregnant belly drenched by cold rain and the 2 women huddled over the baby across the street dispersed that thought very quickly. Peggy is 7 1/2 months pregnant, has children in Nebraska, and has been on the streets for 4 months. She has no form of medical insurance. Before I got the chance to pray with her or offer the Lord's Supper, a traffic cop pulled up and flashed their lights indicating that I need to move from the corner. Thankfully, the officer let me go without a ticket. I told Peggy we would be praying for her and said goodbye.
As I drove away and prayed, I felt overwhelmed by the need I saw in that intersection. Although people make so many rash judgments against people like Peggy (and others on the streets), I thought about the baby in her womb and just about broke down. I thought about that infant in the car seat. I cried out to the Lord. I felt guilty that I am not doing enough. I cannot get the those babies out of
