His name wasn’t really Jesus, it was Jerry. And I didn’t meet him in a bar; he just took me there after he fed several dozen homeless people in the park, offered them Communion, and then healed a sick man. Ok, he didn’t really heal him, but he got the police to contact a medic who came and took care of the guy. When he’s not passing out sandwiches in the park, he is hanging out with the marginalized of society, those who have been burned or disillusioned by the church, the homeless and the bartenders. You can understand why I got the two mixed up at first.
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Mile High and Knee Deep in Service
Denver. The Mile-High City,
the Queen City of the Plains, Wall Street of the West. There is something profound about looking to the West no matter where you are and seeing the snow-spattered Front Range steadfastly defying the flatness of the plains.
I have already been here for over a month, and it feels like a second home. The air is crisp, the views are breathtaking, and the peer pressure to exercise is working. I don’t know if it’s the lack of oxygen making me think it’s a good idea to run in 2 degree weather or the way the outdoors seem to call to you every spare moment, but I have never found sticking to a running plan so easy.
What’s a Poor Man to Do?
I have entered a new phase in life…at least in the eyes of the church: No longer pushed into the marginalized wasteland of “college ministry” and long since cast out of the paradise of the “youth group,” I have finally reached the promised land: Young Adult. It wasn’t until I was actually sitting in a host home, chowing down on some Tzatziki with oreos, and talking to people who had real-life jobs like nurse, pharmacist, and graduate student that I realized I now belonged to this most prestigious Holy of Holies. Continue reading
Life Reconciling 