The door at 201 South Ashland Boulevard, in Chicago's highly unfashionable near-West Side, is open to anyone in trouble. Here come battered bums, anxious women, soul-sick businessmen and troubled ministers of the Gospel. They come to talk to Father David Edward Gibson. A white-haired old man, he sits at a cluttered desk, confident that God guides him in his work.
Last week, Episcopalian Father Gibson celebrated the 25th anniversary of his ordination. To one friend who telephoned him, he said with characteristic humility: "Now this has made the day very nice for me to receive your congratulationsbut you just keep still about...
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