God is big
It was a typical start to an atypically sunny morning at the Seward Seaman's Mission. Fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies multiplying at a rate of 12 minutes per batch? Check. Coffee pots humming? Check. The cash register rattled as groups of two or three eager faces popped through the door and asked to buy WiFi or phone cards. As I loaded the dishwasher, two guys and a girl entered. It was their first time at the mission, they said. WiFi passwords in hand, they were soon sucked into the worn blue couch and chairs near the kitchen. Despite the tell-tale double-chins of the-phone's-down-in-my-lap mode, I dutifully stopped by the preoccupied group and yawned, "Anybody want some coffee?" No takers. But the bashful girl sitting on the chair nearest me shyly beamed, "Oh, thank you. Maybe later!" I asked what her name was. "Pika," she replied. "Well, it's nice to meet you," I smiled back. "Let me know if you need anything." I t...