Marie
lives in a tent in the woods across the street from me.
We met when she
was "borrowing" a few watts to charge up her cellphone by way
of an outlet on my garage. That was a few weeks ago. Since then Marie and Guzman come and go, mostly unseen, to the plug or the hose with my
blessing.
Early today there was a loud and relentless knock at my door.
(Early even for me). I opened the door in my nightgown
with my hair....never mind how the hair looked...and there she was. "Hi! Remember
me your neighbor from across the street?" She had an issue about
something in the neighborhood and she just knew I would want to hear
about it.
All that aside, what struck me was that Marie considered
herself to be my neighbor and considered I was hers. "Hey, you in the
tree. Yeah you. Better get down. I'm showing up at your house today for
dinner." (Jesus to Zacchaeus).
Here all along I had been thinking
"homeless" and Marie was thinking "neighbor." Bless me Father for I have
sinned...
Saturday, July 20, 2013
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
Build Me A Boat
The water is wide I cannot cross. And neither have I wings to fly. Build me a boat that will carry two and both shall row my love and I. - English Folk Song
God’s unfailing love for us is an objective fact affirmed over and over in the Scriptures. It is true whether we believe it or not. Our doubts do not destroy God’s love, nor does our faith create it. It originates in the very nature of God, who is love, and it flows to us through our union with His beloved Son. ~ Jerry Bridges
Whatever water you need to cross there is a boat waiting at the shoreline. The oarsman came from Eternity to row you across.
Painting by Marc Fishman
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