When we began, 15 or 20 homeless people showed up. These days, however, the hall fills with people, from infants to older adults, Caucasian, African-American, Hispanic, Asian-American and Native American -- the streets of our cities are very democratic. And we eat together, church and community. But the greater miracle is the lives of the people who have joined the gathering: The schizophrenic woman trying to stay safe and on her meds says that this night gets her to the next Thursday night because here she feels beloved and treasured. Wayne, an older man, lived behind the Pizza Hut and kept warm in an electric blanket the manager let him hook up on cold nights. A young girl who lives in a cheap motel with her mother comes every year for her birthday meal. "Tree," a huge lumberjack of a man with a bushy black beard and bandanna gives thanks for "the head dude," the unseen provider for the meal.