I am a pastor and a psychiatrist who first received God’s grace among the poor. I am a child of German immigrants, my parents growing up in a country where wealth went to the war machine that spat on the non-Aryans, the gays, the gypsies, the Untermenschen. My parents grew up on the farms that Nazis. The love of the ptochos planted the seed of a call to Word and Sacrament that blossomed in the South Bronx, where I journeyed in a community mental health center.