Finding Faith That Acts, Inspires

My phone rang while I was walking through Arlington National Cemetery last week. It was Rita McConnon, a Massachusetts riding stable owner who helps children of all ages connect with something larger than themselves.
I had profiled Rita for one of my early posts on Finding Faith. She is what many would call a woman of faith, someone who sees each person as a “child of God,” someone whose lexicon includes the mantra: “Fear not. Have hope.”
I have news, she said. “I’m opening up a homeless shelter ... and it’s all because of you.”
I was speechless. It really wasn't me, of course. It was people I'd interviewed, people she'd never met but heard and read about.
I had told Rita about the Rev. Deborah Little-Wyman, a mere slip of a woman who had the guts to go wade out into the vast homeless community of Boston, armed only with sandwiches and socks and a vague notion of wanting to live the gospels like Jesus did.




