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Are You a Program? What Does Success Look Like?

February 14, 2020 | Matt Wallace The biggest “success” is when it is no longer possible for a young person on the streets to say, “Nobody loves or cares about me.” Dry Bones’ specialty is safe and genuine spiritual, relational, and familial support. We hope to eradicate the experience of loneliness, lack of self-worth, and kids not believing in the unsurpassable worth God sees in them. We’re willing to walk alongside our friends in seasons of hopelessness, despair, addiction, and darkness. Read More

Relationship Saves Us

March 27, 2019 | drybones_admin “Hey, will you give Emily a ride over to Stout Street on your way back to the office?” Mark asks. “Her boyfriend is over there.” “Yeah, sure thing. Hey, I’m Haley, nice to meet you,” I say as I shake Emily’s hand. She nods. “My car’s over here, just down the block,” I point. *** As I put my car in drive, Emily asks, “Hey, so do you mind taking my boyfriend to St. Luke’s? He’s really sick.” “Yeah sure,” I respond. “Where is that? Do you know where to go?” “Yeah, it’s over on High Street.” *** “You can turn right here,” Emily notes. Read More

We Are Scum and We Belong

January 25, 2019 | Mark Wilson The atmosphere in the park is heavy. Several police officers and park rangers stand nearby, ensuring that bags are being packed and that everyone is moving along. It’s been a good afternoon, nonetheless. I meet a young couple named after trees, both deciduous and coniferous, whose dogs know who to bark at and who to sniff approvingly. Rounding the corner in front of the library I run into a friend. He warns me to be gentle with his arm which is suffering from an abscess. I’m reminded of an old John Prine lyric, “There’s a hole Read More

Come, Lord Jesus

December 18, 2018 | Mark Wilson Warning: The following contains a slice of life, raw and unfiltered.  While you may find it less palatable than honey, it is no less sweet. Though editing or cleaning up language might make it easier to stomach, it serves to diminish the pain and lament that hungers for righteousness and justice.  The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it. Come, Lord Jesus! Civic Center Park buzzes with activity.  The hustle and bustle is not that associated with the season showcased in lights and displayed in front of the City and County building, it is the daily grind of addiction, a liturgy of despair. Robbie and I are taking in the scene when he spots a longtime friend.  I read her story in the tattoos covering her arms and face. Read More