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You’ve seen them. They sit in the walk the streets at night, lounge in People’s Park, play music and dance, and ask for your money. They have shopping carts, sleeping bags, signs, boxes, and the occasional guitar. They’re the homeless of Berkeley. And this, this is the story of my encounter with one.
So, how my year? Probably similar to yours—filled with joys and sorrows, heartache and elation. My friend, I charge you and myself: embrace the suffering for Christ's sake. For when we suffer in the path of obedience, trusting in the faithfulness of our God, walking by faith not by sight, we magnify our God, and inflame the hope that can never die.