Because there’s something bout the Spirit…
“Well are you all going to sing me a song?” I looked around at my group. We were all a little surprised by the question. It was 1:30am and 30 degrees on the streets of downtown Atlanta, and in nearly 3 and 1/2 hours we had managed to meet a variety of people. We met 3 women who were waiting after work together to catch the midnight bus, a jazz player who entertained us with worship songs on his trumpet, an alchoholic who could’ve talked to us all night about his “Big God”, and another man who just wanted food or a little...