Respecting vets means more than clapping
When a soldier goes off to fight, we say, “We’re praying for you.” When a soldier passes in uniform we gush, “Thank you for your service.” When a soldier is brought out on a football field, we whoop and cheer loudly. But when a soldier...Hole in the Roof Helps Sacramento Church
When Charlotte Coleman submitted an application earlier this year to A Hole in the Roof Foundation on behalf of Christ Temple Apostolic Church, she was stunned by the immediacy of the response.“Let me tell you, normally that doesn’t happen,” said Coleman,...Cass proved homeless is not the same as hopeless
He had nowhere to go.No food. No money. And now, no place to sleep. He had been squatting in an abandoned apartment, but someone broke in and stole the copper pipes from under the sink.Soon water was gushing, and a groggy AnthonyCastelow woke up floating toward the...On the passing of Anthony “Cass” Castelow
A special announcement from Cass’s friend, author Mitch Albom:I am so sorry to have to tell you that our dear friend and inspiration Anthony “Cass” Castelow died last night (February 22, 2015) from heart issues. As you may have read...Her flock sure to say you gotta have Faith
So this is your office?” I ask.”I cleaned it up,” she says. “Can you smell the Pledge?”I glance around a nearly empty room, just bookcases, a desk, a picture of Jesus.”Is your home like this, too?””Yeah,” she says....Repaired church misses its leader
The hole in the roof has been patched and plastered, the church is warm and dry. But other holes are not so easily fixed. Two years ago this past week, the Rev. Henry Covington, the pastor who founded I Am My Brother’s Keeper Ministries in Detroit, traveled to...Homeless fan still has his hand in the game
There’s a million stories in baseball. This one happened outside the stadium.
It was almost 1 a.m. Tuesday, and I was leaving to go home after covering the Tigers-Yankees game. The Tigers had won, and in the distance near the late-closing bars you could hear car horns and some determined partyers, but for the most part, the area was empty, a few cops, a few stadium workers.
I walked down a small street called Montcalm that feeds into Woodward Avenue. Ahead of me, I saw an older man standing by a light pole. He held a cup and a small piece of cardboard.