Join Lt. Colonel Ralph Bukiewicz, Metropolitan Divisional Commander for The Salvation Army; Alderman Walter Burnett, Jr., 27th Ward; and other civic leaders for the official groundbreaking of The Salvation Army Freedom Center at 825 N. Christiana, Chicago, IL. Read More
On the first night of the recent polar vortex in Chicago, Henry Williams went to sleep outside a CVS delivery door. High on heroin and inadequately protected from the elements, he was sure to die. Until The Salvation Army workers made a wrong turn down his street and saved his life. Now Williams is embracing life and working toward helping others.
Ted Johnson so strongly believes in The Salvation Army’s music program that he donated $4,000. As principal of Allesandro Volta Elementary School in Chicago’s Albany Park neighborhood, he sees the benefits of music for his students.
“There is plenty of research showing that music contributes to intellectual development and academic achievement,” said Johnson. The donation was used to purchase more than 100 concert-style music stands to be used in an upcoming recital and new instruments. Read More
Her family moved from shelter to shelter with no stable housing in sight. Facing limited options, Angie decided she needed to care for herself, and moved to the streets.
Soon, she met a man who offered her a roof over her head, food and clothes. But there was a catch – she would need to go to work for him, as a prostitute on the streets of Chicago. For three years, Angie worked every day with the expectation she would bring a predetermined amount of money back to her pimp.
A few years later she found herself pregnant and decided it was time to leave. “It certainly wasn’t easy but I did it,” Angie said. “One day I just never came back.” Read More
There’s no better metaphor for new life than the transition of winter into spring. I love the way C. S. Lewis describes it in The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe:
Every moment more and more of the trees shook off their robes of snow. Soon, wherever you looked, instead of white shapes you saw the dark green of firs or the black prickly branches of bare oaks and beeches and elms. Then the mist turned from white to gold and presently cleared away altogether. Shafts of delicious sunlight struck down onto the forest floor . . .