Vegangelisten Nat

Når der skæres i varme senge – hvem skal så overleve denne vinter og hvem mister vi igen for tidligt ? Inspireret af - https://www.tv2kosmopol.dk/hjemloes-om-spareplaner-det-er-en-katastrofe-og-vil-sende-desperate-mennesker-paa-gaden?fbclid=IwdGRjcANSd05jbGNrA1J3Q2V4dG4DYWVtAjExAAEeoLTJuvGWe3zN2NqNRO0kywCq4aEKHFXuHwl00TZokH_QSLkxknnGDMj17L8_aem_VWLe5eWVW69tGmfgG664dg De “kloge” har besluttet, at der kun skal være 10 sovepladser tilbage på Sundholm natcaféen – og at stedet skal holde lukket i 7 måneder om året . Deres begrundelse? At der “ikke er brug for flere”, og at der “ikke er råd”. Men VI, der lever i gademiljøet, ved udmærket godt, at det ikke passer! Der bliver allerede afvist mennesker på natcaferne. Vi har selv prøvet det  – både på herberger og natcaféer. Folk, der står ude i kulden, uden et sted at sove, uden varme, uden tryghed. I aften sover vi selv på natcaféen. Allerede 10 minutter efter kl. 23.00 var der over 10 mennesker – og puderne var allerede slupp...

The Tribe Stone: When I Saw His Eyes Introduction to the Poem This poem was written now, while I’m back at Sundholm — a place that holds both painful and holy memories for me. It’s where I once saw Jesus in a vision so real, His eyes like living crystals, His skin like sunlight on earth, and His presence full of compassionate love. Just days after that encounter, I met my husband — right here. Some people might say I should have chosen someone with money, a "better life." But who AM I to judge and ask for what I dont have to give? I believe there’s a reason God outshined him to me on those stairs that night and told me heres a wing to lie under in safety. I still belive theres A reason we both found each other, even sleeping on the streets, some might say is not the time. But in the storm true love is all that can keep us calm. Now, we're back here again — but this time, we have a room. We’re indoors. And I'm so thankful. People call Him Jesus, or...