Every time
Every time I think the world is just too much, something happens to prove that some kind of crazy hope links all of us.
Like today, at Trinity, I saw some friends and we had birthday cake for October birthdays. We called it Rocktober just to be stupid.
Someone who always seems so together asked that we all pray for him. This surprised me, I think I always seem together too, but the truth is that none of are "so together" and we all need the prayers...
Little J. wasn't there and I was determined to give him the bag I'd found for him. We all worry about him and K. stepped up, said Little J. lives in his "neighborhood", you know the woods of Central Austin. He offered to take it to him, he worries about him, too.
Then today, in the midst of feeling like a complete heel doing stuff that just seems to be lingering, and needing done, and in the process, yet not meaning to, coming off cold and distant, just keeping the upper lip stiff and all that...I got a phone call...
My daughter told me that she and the other 5 kids in the Young Democrats at Belmont are going to volunteer on the phone bank for the Democratic candidate for Governor of Tennessee. When that kid was a baby I strapped her into a little baby pack and we walked the blocks for Ann Richards and even, sigh, Dukakis.
Oh, Patron Saint of Lost Causes, God Bless you for giving us hope when things just seem futile and blocked.
Keep the hope, friends.
Like today, at Trinity, I saw some friends and we had birthday cake for October birthdays. We called it Rocktober just to be stupid.
Someone who always seems so together asked that we all pray for him. This surprised me, I think I always seem together too, but the truth is that none of are "so together" and we all need the prayers...
Little J. wasn't there and I was determined to give him the bag I'd found for him. We all worry about him and K. stepped up, said Little J. lives in his "neighborhood", you know the woods of Central Austin. He offered to take it to him, he worries about him, too.
Then today, in the midst of feeling like a complete heel doing stuff that just seems to be lingering, and needing done, and in the process, yet not meaning to, coming off cold and distant, just keeping the upper lip stiff and all that...I got a phone call...
My daughter told me that she and the other 5 kids in the Young Democrats at Belmont are going to volunteer on the phone bank for the Democratic candidate for Governor of Tennessee. When that kid was a baby I strapped her into a little baby pack and we walked the blocks for Ann Richards and even, sigh, Dukakis.
Oh, Patron Saint of Lost Causes, God Bless you for giving us hope when things just seem futile and blocked.
Keep the hope, friends.
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