It wasn’t long after my wife and I moved to Kansas City, Mo., 16 years ago that we met Brother Louis Rodemann. He is a short man, lean and wiry with enormous hands and ready smile. He has the strength of someone who for decades has carried cases of No. 10 cans of everything from the parking lot to the basement and back to the first floor.
He has lived for decades where most of us rarely visit. “The poor” is not an abstraction to him; he is one of those for whom biblical reality is not some proof-texting exercise or a trip into layers of interpretation.
The reality for him (Josh McElwee writes about him here) has been a call to unrelenting service to some of the most marginalized in our culture. He's taking a well-deserved sabbatical.