Arthur turned to me. “Dr. Kendall, I don’t know where this Page Street is, but you don’t need to leave the steps of your church. The whole world passes by here.” I was never to be the same again. In that moment I had what I’d call a vision. I saw a pilot light, like in a cooker or oven, that stays lit day and night. I said to Arthur, “Why couldn’t we have coffee available here on the porch of the Chapel and have a ministry talking to passers-by right here?” In that moment the Pilot Light ministry was born. I never looked back.
