|New Direction Community Church dishing out soup|
A gaggle of people were gathered around a folding table set up on the pavement. Women from the New Direction Community Church were serving soup the color of the Mapocho River out of a stainless steel kettle. Chunks of onion, potato, carrot, and beef.
|Virginia Noggle then (inset) and now|
"Good of you," I said.
"Cast your bread upon the waters," she said. She held up a wallet-sized photo. A pale and emaciated person of indeterminate gender glared. The face was the face of a person without energy to pretend. "Here's me back in the day... I was doing it all back then."
"Crack?" I asked.
"Crack, booze, cocaine, heroin. Anything I could get my hands on."
"And now?" I asked.
"I found redemption through Jesus, my Savior. I'm here to spread the Word."
"And you come down here every Saturday and dish out soup?" I asked.
"Every Saturday," she confirmed.
"Good for you," said I.
|River keeps on rollin'|