Unveiling God's presence among America's

most overlooked souls

“What if I told you that serving the homeless has taught me more about Jesus and his ways than anything else? Would you believe me?  
If you don’t believe me (and even if you do believe me), well then, you need to come on a journey of discovery which reveals the depths of God’s love not only for the “least” folks in Chicago’s Uptown neighborhood, but for everyone, including myself, no matter who they are or where they live.’

In Discovering Jesus in the Least, you’ll walk alongside veteran outreach worker, Chris Ramsey, as he uncovers the depths of God’s love not only for the “most overlooked and ignored” folks in Chicago’s Uptown neighborhood . . . but also for himself.

Ramsey welcomes the reader into his world through a wide variety of short, poignant observations amassed over 25 years. What he discovers will undoubtedly challenge you to examine your own views regarding the poor and the homeless of our 21st century American society.

Chris Ramsey’s Blog

11Nov 2019


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This wonderful lady, Huyen Nguyen, has been a kind-hearted soul towards Cornerstone for many years. She tells me that she appreciates so much all the food she receives from our food pantry and soup kitchen.

She came to Chicago in 1995, and has lived here ever since. She says she has some family back in Vietnam, but that she has only been back to visit once since she arrived in Chicago.

Huyen does not speak much English, so it is not easy to communicate with her. But her smile and her sincerity spoke volumes. And when I asked her about her faith, her first response was to raise her hands and unashamedly proclaim, “Hallelujah!”

She then showed me pictures of her with her church choir.

Now most of us have heard the word, Hallelujah, before. It’s meaning being, “Praise (ye) the Lord—used to express praise, joy, or thanks.”

And many of us will be familiar with Handel’s Messiah. And particularly the “Hallelujah Chorus” when the King of Kings and Lord of Lords finally gets his due. The lyrics soar when any choir sings, “And He shall reign forever and ever Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Halle-lujah!

And as we look into God’s word (Revelation 19:1-9) we discover that there is a “great multitude in heaven” who are rejoicing so exuberantly that they include three “Hallelujahs!” in the space of nine verses!

And why is this multitude so radiant with praise and thanksgiving? It’s because what they’ve waited for for so long has now come to pass. “For our Lord God Almighty reigns. Let us rejoice and be glad and give him glory! For the wedding of the Lamb has come, and his bride has made herself ready. (Rev. 19: 6b-7)

And I’d like to make just one, simple observation. It seems to me that this sister has no problem with getting a “head start” on the multitudes.

And why is this? It seems she already knows her “Jesus” is King of Kings and Lord of Lords. And because of this assurance, she does not hesitate to express her thanks to her Lord… right now, right here on earth.

The only question is,“Are we joining in with her… now?” If we are not, maybe we ought to ask ourselves, what’s holding us back?


Thanks for stopping by. Chris

A younger, long-haired me in the late 1970’s worshipping Jesus at a Resurrection Band concert. Hallelujah! 


5Nov 2019


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Hello all my Jesus in the Least friends:  Sorry, it’s been a while since I’ve posted.  But here is a poem by my late friend Curt Mortimer, who went home to be with Jesus in November 2016.

Check out his poem which paints a beautiful picture of how the  “interaction” between the cultures of Uptown, Chicago CAN go.



B y Curt Mortimer


My hat and me was simply

Walking down Wilson Avenue

Minding my own business

When my hat said…

Well, now you gotta know

My hat ain’t got no mouth

So it looked like I said

Cause it was movin my lips , you see


Well it said… Aaah…I said

Howdy Pardner

To a big brother

With a dew rag

Sup, he said


What is sup? asked the hat

Hangin, said the dew rag

Hanging who

Wha’d the cowpoke do?, The hat

Ain’t no cows in Uptown, man, said dew

Ain’t no trees either, pardner, said the hat

How yagonna hang the outlaw?


We’all is gangstas, said dew

You want a death play,

We got a way

Just stand on down there on the corner


And then I grabbed my hat

Wait, wait, I said

This thing is gonna get me dead

My friend, I’m sure you see

That I don’t wear the hat,

The hat wears me.


Yo man, said the brother

I got the same kind of bother

Every time I doff my dew

You know what I’m sayin?

I feel like a gang banger

Out lookin for danger

Ah’m just a nice young homie

That loves ta write poetry


I knew, says I, I knew

By that “doff my dew” line

Fine poetry


So off we went

Up there on Broadway

To the Chicago Coffee House

Poetry slam

Just across from Blockbuster

Ah-ite, said my brother

All right , said I.



This poem was reprinted from Curt Mortimer’s collection of poetry entitled, Mudblood. Copyright 2010.


Thanks for stopping by. Chris.