Today I spent almost two hours at the Mercy Community Crisis Pregnancy Center in the city of Reading. Mercy is located directly across from the main branch of the Reading library system. I’ve been in the library many times and never noticed the buildings across the street. They are set of old row homes and one of them is the entrance of Mercy. I met with Sherry, the executive director, and had an amazing experience.
The building was the former residence of a doctor and has a place on the registry of historic homes. She took me on a tour of the floors, meeting rooms, and supply areas. Mercy handles 1200 client visits a year and takes in no outside funding. They provide classes on life skills and parenting, clothes, supplies, and pregnancy tests. All of this with two full-time employees, a staff of volunteers, and money from donors.
Their focus is on helping the entire person, whether a young lady expecting her first child or a single father not knowing what to do. They present the Gospel, and a listening ear and their referrals are all by word of mouth. They have generations of family members using their services to help get a solid foundation. Sherry and her staff care for their clients like family.
As I was sitting in the waiting room speaking with her, I felt an impression clear as day. This is what I am supposed to be doing. These are stories I need to tell. These are people I need to help. I’m not overly sensitive to the Spirit but, it was a Field of Dreams moment, the voice saying “if you write it, they will come.”
“I tell my volunteers, we are all comfortable with the front door gospel,” Sherry said, “Here we are the house on fire. We need to be like firemen, able to go through the basement windows and claw through the smoke and help put out the flames.”
As you go through this week, try to find the fires around you. They can be friends or family, coworkers or neighbors. When you move to serve, great things can happen.