Another group staying in the Volunteer House encountered Joy and Austin this week. They dropped by our first night – in the midst of supper prep – to tell the students their story.

“Where ya’ll from?” came the voice from across the street, when we got out of the car back at Volunteer house, hot, smelly, and ready for a shower.
“Baltimore,” someone piped-up.
“Are ya’ll a church group or with a business or what?”
“A church.”
“Oh, well, thank ya’ll for comin’. We couldn’t do this without you. We’ve gotten this far because of people like you.”