So how many angels did I squash while doing some street ministry? Or better yet, how many have asked for reassignment because I tend to wander off track?

I had gone to Texarkana in hopes of loving on some of my friends who were on the street. A stop or two. A pullover here and there. A park and get out. A journey of hope filled with hugs, prayers, and joy in Christ. And some items from my trunk.

I spooked three of my friends when my lights shone upon them after pulling to the side where they sat o...