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.
Washing Feet and Wiping Butts
I was right: Those first two days of Vacation Bible School were deceptively good – the “honeymoon period,” you might say. When the little ones came in yesterday morning, it was like someone had replaced the girls’ kneecaps with springs and their mouths with…well, really talkative mouths. The boys
weren’t much better; every activity automatically turned into an epic battle to the death. Holding hands to cross the street was a tug-of-war contest; paper plate tambourines turned into bludgeoning weapons; not even Baby Moses was safe, since his clay basket was clearly better suited for bombing helpless victims. All told, their behavior turned most heinous. Continue reading
Life Reconciling 