The Story
What am I, a senior executive with one of the countrys largest money managers, doing hailing down strangers at night on the streets of New York City?Are you Catholic? my friends and I ask. Would you like a rosary? Would you like to go to confession here tonight?Are you kidding? responds one man. Been there, done that! says another. God, no! chimes in a fastwalking atheist.You Catholics are all pedophiles! yells one angry woman. Another hands us a bag of dog poop. Sixtyyearold Michael even has advice: Why dont you evangelize out in the Middle East, where they need you?Were needed here, we respond. This city needs Jesus, too. It needs His love.Some nights the tide turns in the Lords favor. A young woman approaches us, decked out in showy attire. Are you guys really Catholic? I didnt think there were any Catholics left! Can I have a purple rosary?Sure! Where are you going? We have lots to talk about.Ive got to run! Im a stripper. But Im going to pray with this rosary.At times, the neighborhood even begins rooting for us. Strangers call out: Way to go! Your courage is inspiring!Were in our groove now, engaging strangers with joy and seeing some of them later in church. On the rough streets of the city, working shoulder to shoulder with Christ, were no longer alone; we feel Gods grace.You will, too, as you read the dozens of riveting and often funny stories in these pages, about ordinary Catholics from the financial sector evangelizing their wary New York neighbors. Indeed, so fascinating are their experiences you may be tempted one day to join them.
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What am I, a senior executive with one of the countrys largest money managers, doing hailing down strangers at night on the streets of New York City?Are you Catholic? my friends and I ask. Would you like a rosary? Would you like to go to confession here tonight?Are you kidding? responds one man. Been there, done that! says another. God, no! chimes in a fastwalking atheist.You Catholics are all pedophiles! yells one angry woman. Another hands us a bag of dog poop. Sixtyyearold Michael even has advice: Why dont you evangelize out in the Middle East, where they need you?Were needed here, we respond. This city needs Jesus, too. It needs His love.Some nights the tide turns in the Lords favor. A young woman approaches us, decked out in showy attire. Are you guys really Catholic? I didnt think there were any Catholics left! Can I have a purple rosary?Sure! Where are you going? We have lots to talk about.Ive got to run! Im a stripper. But Im going to pray with this rosary.At times, the neighborhood even begins rooting for us. Strangers call out: Way to go! Your courage is inspiring!Were in our groove now, engaging strangers with joy and seeing some of them later in church. On the rough streets of the city, working shoulder to shoulder with Christ, were no longer alone; we feel Gods grace.You will, too, as you read the dozens of riveting and often funny stories in these pages, about ordinary Catholics from the financial sector evangelizing their wary New York neighbors. Indeed, so fascinating are their experiences you may be tempted one day to join them.
