In the days after our first efforts to minister to homeless people, my mind was still reeling
with questions about what the Lord would have us do. So I decided to do a little research. The
Saturday after our first foray into street ministry, I made my way to the area around the White
House. I drove into town and, by the grace of God, found a parking place on 17th Street, a block
or so below the Old Executive Office Building, a beautiful, ornate structure next door to the
White House. I began by talking to people sleeping on the steam grates that dotted the Ellipse.
The stench of their bodies combined with the steam attacked my nose. The grate dwellers
weren’t in the mood for much conversation, but I found out where other homeless people