Riding the escalator to street level at the renovated Seventh Avenue entrance to Pennsylvania Station, blue skies surround you in the glass canopy above, and the Empire State Building rises in the distance. You emerge from underground into the light with a feeling of destiny. You have arrived.

Much as New York City inspires big dreams, it is also a city of hard realities. Just a few feet from that Penn Station exit, people sleep on the street. Most are ignored or driven off by security guards. But half a block away, outside the Church of St. Francis of Assisi, the St. Francis Breadline has been providing food and community for people in need for nearly 100 years. Both its history and its current staff offer an alternate vision of what it means to arrive in New York City, one based not in wealth but a faith-filled love.