Three books of Scripture sit on top of a shelf in Rodney Williams’ new home on East 10th Street. The pages are crinkled and the covers well-worn.
“If you’re living on the streets, you don’t have any other way but to go to God,” Williams, who is originally from Dallas, Georgia, said in an interview.
His house is small — a single room of 64 square feet — but to Williams, who was recently sleeping outside, it feels huge.
Clad in jeans and a “SpongeBob SquarePants” hoodie, Williams sits in a foldout chair, the rest of his space dominated by a cot, a microwave, a refrigerator and a plastic bedside table with drawers for his belongings.