At East Village Food Pantry, the Price Is a Sermon
This story is about one of our broadcasters, New York Gospel Ministry. We would encourage you to look into this ministry for your prayer and financial support.
The shopping carts are lined up hours early in Tompkins Square Park, not far from the dog run, where the East Village‚Äôs more genteel residents are unleashing retrievers and beagles and chatting animatedly. The poor or elderly waiting on benches to get the free food that comes with a dose of the Gospel seem more lost in their own thoughts, even though many meet every Tuesday.
A guard, Mike Luke, a powerhouse known as Big Mike who himself was a consumer at church pantries until he found religion and decided to work for ‚Äúthe man upstairs,‚ÄĚ manages the crowd with crisp authority until the 11 a.m. service starts across the street at the Tompkins Square Gospel Fellowship. There is nervous tension because only the first 50 will get in, and suddenly two women are squabbling over a black cart.
‚ÄúHow do you know that‚Äôs your cart?‚ÄĚ Big Mike firmly asks one, a fair question since the carts look alike. But the mystery is cleared up with the discovery of an orphaned gray cart.