Tonight Michael Clary and I went out for coffee on fountain square. We parked next to the Vine Street Starbucks and (like two seriously white guys) walked to fountain square to sit, watch the baseball game, chat theology, and drink coffee in 90+ degree weather. Both of us were discussing our take on the need for African American elders in a city-church. We were lamenting the fact that our spheres of influence did not include any theologically astute African Americans who could plant a church. Michael saw a man he had met earlier across the square and ran to get him. We struck up a conversation with a homeless man named Leonard who happened to be a sober, clean cut, articulate, homeless man. He was wearing a clean button down dress shirt with a pack of cigarettes stuffed in the front pocket and apart from his dazed look; he seemed to be all together. We talked for about an hour and then got him some food and housing at our newly undisclosed housing for homeless people we have a good feeling about. We call it the Cincinnati NUHFHPWHAGFA (catchy isn’t it). We both have reservations about this guy, but it seems to me that God answered a prayer for both of us tonight. Please pray us as we venture out into the city to share our faith.  Please also thank God that he has brought a new friend to Cincinnati!