What kind of church nails its doors shut? ‘That would be the Triune Mercy Center. ‘And I am its pastor.’ For 27 years Deb was a journalist in the Deep South. Then she retrained as a Baptist pastor, and accepted a post at the Triune Mercy Center, a run-down inner-city church where the homeless gathered. It was a shock. Gradually she learned whom she could trust – and whom she couldn’t. Sometimes the best person to handle a situation was a drug addict. Sometimes Jesus had the face of a prostitute. All were fiercely welcomed into this bewildering church family. Full of color and incident, Deb’s story is a testament to messy grace and the presence of the Spirit in the hard places of the world.