Mystical Love.
Friday afternoon, with vans filled to bursting with sleeping bags, work gloves, preteen gals, moms, snacks a plenty and one grandpa we hit the road.
It was a four hour trip to our destination, The Hannah House in Athens, Ohio. The Hannah House was our home for 2 nights.
We hung out and talked with people who were under the heavy weight of poverty. Who struggled with addictions. Who were disabled. We shoveled gardens. Built compost bins. Prepared meals. Played bingo. Raked leaves. Gathered limbs. Sorted canned goods.
Of of the volunteers there said something I thought was very insightful.
“Loving God and loving others are somehow mystically intertwined. Where one cannot tell where loving God stops and loving others begins.”
Last weekend we served. We worshiped. We loved.
Take me out.
Last night Chuck and I were offered tickets to go see the Cleveland Indians play the Minnesota Twins. It was a perfect night for a game. It was 85 and the breeze was warm. Not to mention it was dollar dog nite.
I waited in line with Joy for 40 minutes and we got:
6 hot dogs, with ketchup, stadium mustard and onions (although Chuckie didn’t get onions on his… baby.)
2 orders of nachos with salsa, cheese and jalapenos
2 super sodas
And later:
3 Dippin Dots (I got the banana split)
It was a great nite for a game.
The guys in the white uniforms won. I think.
Chris’s Arm Bar & Grill.
Last nite our friend Chris Russell took to the cage with some gladiator from Youngstown. I am happy to report Chris won the fight within the first round by choke out!
Leah is relieved this is over.
And I can now pray for other things.
Like I don’t have enough stuff to worry about.
I was in my office cleaning my desk off as I habitually do on a semi monthly basis. (I lie. – I do it WAY more often. – I lie again.) Anyhoo, I digress… I was in here cleaning. And checked up on my blog feeds, only to find Lauren had disclosed an unsettling account on her blog.
After I called to be sure if she was ok. I emailed her my cell number. Just in case. And home number. Then I googled healthy eating tips for preggie people.
Now, I sit here wondering if there’s anything I can do to help out. Cooking? Cleaning? Errands? Visits?
I know, I know, she’s fine.
But sheesh! What kinda blog is that? You go from chocolate bubble gum to, O yeah… I know!… a 911 call.
I am too fragile a person for that kind of reading this early.
