In June 2009, I voluntarily moved into a halfway house for the homeless called the Star Gospel Mission in Charleston, S.C. I ended up living there for a full year. I shared a single room with 26 other men. Each of us had a bed and a locker—and not much else. Why did I do it?

There was an experiential reason: I had recently graduated from Furman University and had then spent several months in Kenya, where I worked at a school for orphans. There, I noticed a disconnection between those who...


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