November 11 – Point Man: Todd Moore

Todd Moore is point man for Thursday, November 11.

phone: 215-453-0424
cellphone: 267-373-8208

The drink, soup, pasta with meat sauce, and cups have been taken care of for this night.

Annunciation Church will bring peanuts, eggs, fruit and some sweets.

A few folks have volunteered to meet at St. Philip church to ride into Philly to participate.

There are opportunities for other things to drop off at church before the 7 PM departure (baked goods, sandwiches, etc).

Contact Todd to let him know what you can do.

November 4 – Point Man: Presvytera Joanna

Presvytera Joanna Christofidis will be running point for Thursday, November 4.


phone: 717-840-9170

“You shall love your neighbor as yourself”

Glory be to God!!!  Thank you to all who are helping and providing things!

I’m all covered for Nov. 4th with:

Drinks, soup, sandwiches, peanuts, eggs, fruit, sweets, spaghetti with meat sauce and what ever else the Good Lord might surprise us with.

Still needed for November 4:

  • someone to deliver supplies, etc., from St. Philip, Souderton to 1801 Vine St. (taken care of)
  • 8 gallons of iced tea (taken care of)
  • individually wrapped sandwiches (taken care of)
  • men to help serve and provide crowd control (taken care of)

How you can help while Cranford’s ill.

Here’s the scoop on what you can do to help out while Cranford’s out of commission.  A note from Fr Noah Bushelli of St Philip’s:

Brothers and Sisters in Christ,

We are grateful that Cranford has been under excellent care at Grand View Hospital; they have determined and begun treatment for the infection (it is not a tumor, Thanks to God!) that was giving him the terrible back pain.  He will need at least 6 weeks of recovery time before the doctors give him the OK to go back into the front lines of homeless ministry.  So….

We need volunteers (especially men, for security reasons) who can take charge of the following nights:

Thursday, Nov 4th
Thursday, Nov 11th
(Not – Thursday, Nov 18th – covered by Holy Annunciation in Elkins Park, PA)
(Not – Thursday, Nov 25th – Thanksgiving Day, plenty of groups are already distributing food)
Tuesday, Nov 30th
Thursday, December 2
Thursday, December 9

Please contact Cranford if you can be the Point Man on one of these nights:

Also, the point men for the individual nights will be organizing the cooking of large quantities of nutritious food: Turkey Soup, other soup, spaghetti, casserole, etc…

Donations of food, sandwiches, used clothing and blankets, toiletries, and money are always needed.

God bless you!

+ Fr. Noah

You can also leave a comment here on this post to volunteer.

If you’re willing to be “point man,” we’ll set you up with a post on this site identifying who you are, what day you’re taking, how to contact you, etc., so others can easily volunteer to help you on that night.

Thanks to all!

Where’s Cranford?

As some of you may know, Cranford was admitted to the hospital last week with severe back pain. After many tests and some scary speculation, it has been determined that he has an infection next to his spine. He is being treated, his pain is being moderated with medication, and he will remain in the hospital for a few more days. Even when he’s able to return home, however, he still won’t be back to his old self. They are expecting a recovery time of at least 6 weeks.

Your continued prayers are greatly appreciated. How else can you help? Watch this space for a call for significant assistance in continuing the ministry of The King’s Jubilee to the homeless of Philadelphia. Knowing the meals on the street go on will go a long way in easing the burden this illness is placing on Cranford.

Putting My Foot In It

Usually this would refer to me making a faux pas with my big mouth. This time it refers to the soup I made on September 30.

Just as we were finishing loading up to leave for home, a young Jamaican man thanked us for the food and told us that whoever made the soup really put their foot into it. I said, “I made the soup. What did you say?”

“You really put your foot into it this week!”

“Is this a good thing?” I queried.

“Yes, a very good thing! Have you never heard this expression?”

“No. Where did you learn it?”

“From my mother.”

I know better than to argue with a man’s mother, so I’ll take it as a compliment. He asked for prayer. His name is Aline, pronounced “Ay-lon”. Please pray for Aline.

September 30

After I spoke at Holy Annunciation, ten minutes into coffee hour a couple of men came up to me and said that five men were going to join us on the street that Thursday. We have had strong participation from the women, but not so much from the men.

On Thursday, they showed up as promised, and so did the rain. It is rare that we get caught in the rain on the street anymore, but it happens maybe once or twice a year. It was a torrent on the way down. The 309 slowed downed to 25 mph, it was so bad. It let up and was only a drizzle by the time we arrived at 1801 Vine. We set up and it started to rain a little harder. It was a gentle, steady, warm rain. I had brought an umbrella, but used that to help protect those serving in the line. I forgot to bring and use my new rain slicker so I was soaked through and through. Ben brought an umbrella from his patio table and held it over part of the serving line.

Even in the rain, we had a line of men and a few women stretching across the park. It was the end of the month and one of the programs that serves meals at noon has been cut back. Some expressed surprise to see us out in such weather. I just replied with “I eat when it rains.”

The men and women who came out to serve were real troopers. They appeared to enjoy themselves. I hope they come again.

Last Tuesday

September 28 was the last Tuesday of the month, so we went to serve on the street. It went very well. We had enough sandwiches for first and seconds. We had just enough soup, spaghetti, iced tea and desserts. There were just enough volunteers, too. A couple from St. Philip’s who had never come before rode with me and helped serve. It was great! On the ride there and back, we got to know each other better.

Thank you to all who helped and for those who prayed. Praise God for a successful evening.

Last Sunday

Sunday, September 26, Bethann and I went to Holy Annunciation Greek Orthodox Church, Elkins Park, PA for Matins and Liturgy. I spoke about The King’s Jubilee at the end of the Liturgy. I let them know that we are an independently incorporated pan-Orthodox ministry among the poor and homeless in the Philadelphia region. I shared a few lessons that I have learned through the years.

We pray with our eyes open. We do this ministry by faith, but with a healthy dose of street smarts. We are not idealists, but we can make a difference.

“It is accepted according to what a man has, not what he has not.” We do what we can and try not to promise anything. We need to recognize our limitations and not take on burdens we cannot sustain. When one of the men tells me that he needs me to bring a blanket or a certain size hoodie the next week; I tell him to ask God for someone to give it to me and let him be the one who finds it in the bag when I get it out of the car. I give them Matthew 6:33 “But seek ye first the kingdom of God and his righteousness and all these things shall be added to you as well.” This is the Gospel and we serve in Jesus’ Name. The Gospel is for us and for them. It calls us to make the hard choice that leads to the easier path; instead of the easy choice that leads to the hard path. “The way of the transgressor is hard.” We are not responsible to make their lives easier. We can only offer a small demonstration of God’s mercy. It is the tender mercies of God that lead men to repentance.

We need to serve with respect. Everyone whom we serve was created in the image of God. There is something in every human being that uniquely reflects God’s glory. There is something that God finds uniquely lovable about everyone we meet. Pray and ask God to give you a glimpse of this in each person you meet. But be prepared to have your heart broken. This is where I began to cry. I tried not to, but as soon as I said this I thought of Rosie who I first met in the Women’s Detention Facility, then again on the street. She was just two weeks older than me. She succumbed to leukemia two years ago. Her brothers stopped by in August so that we could remember her together. I also thought of Pops who had made the Cross I was wearing out of salvaged electrical wire. He suffered the indignity of Alzheimer’s disease living under a parking ramp with other homeless men looking out for him, until he passed away several years ago. I also thought of Oscar, the atheist who learned to thank God for our friendship, before he died in his 50s due to the failure of a heart weakened by cocaine. In an instant all these memories flooded in and I could no longer speak.

There are no graves for me to visit, but I hope to see them again.