It's a bit chilly here, but my heart is warmed by ministries taking place at Glide [Memorial UMC]. Just a few cable car stops from Fisherman Wharf is an entirely different world called the Tenderloin district. In one quick moment the atmosphere, the smells and transition from tourist to life on the street happens. It can be startling if one is not expecting what they are about to see. It is also not one of the safest places to be alone.
At the corner of Taylor and Ellis stands a nondescript, tan brick building called Glide Memorial UMC. Glide Memorial does what all churches should; it ministers to the least, lost and last. Glide gives voice to those without voice, hope for those who have lost all hope, and most importantly, radiates Christ's love in the midst of pain and disappointment. Glide is the church at its best. I'm here for the next three weeks. What a privilege it is to serve here.