When I first came to Calgary in 1990 with a strong call to work with the homeless, I came across the Mustard Seed, a street ministry that operated out of an old house down the street from First Baptist Church. That’s where I met Pat Nixon, a young, passionate, inspiring street pastor who ministered tirelessly to Calgary’s homeless folks. It wasn’t unusual in those days for his family to wake up and see a homeless friend, that Pat had brought home the night before, asleep on their couch. Over the years, I have grown to respect and love Pat very much. Pat saw gifts in me and encouraged me in so many areas. In many ways I owe who I’ve become to him. He’s more than a friend, he’s my brother. Pat now leads the StreetLevel Network, a national organization that supports Canadian front-line workers.

In Pat’s own words:

When I was in my most desperate time as a kid on the streets, I had no hope for the day – never mind for tomorrow. I remember feeling empty of even the possibility of something better. I had so many endings: end of family, friendships, dignity. My body had been kidnapped by substances that demanded my submission.

This week, I’ve chosen the post below as my Friday Pick.

Although many can pull themselves out of poverty on their own, this post explores the idea that that is no excuse for a lack of compassion.

Go ahead and visit the link below

and tell Pat Diana sent you…

Starting Again by Pat Nixon


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