Surreal slice of life, this is.
I'm actually not the type to garner publicity. After all, I'm not some narcissist like Paris Hilton, Dennis Rodman, or any of these other people that seem to be addicted to attention. I don't mind, however, drawing a bit of publicity as long as something good comes out ot it or something meaninigful is added to the debate.
Andy Warhol said everybody gets their fifteen minutes of fame. I guess this is mine; I'd better make it good. I want my fifteen minutes to actually help somebody, not feed an overblown sense of self-aggrandizement (Beyonce Knowles, Britney Spears, please call your offices.)
Speaking of fifteen minutes, I'll share mine. I wasn't going to name the host church where my family has been staying since Sunday, but they're such good people and so caring, I can't help it. So thank you, Westminster Presbyterian Church of Greensboro, for showing an old cynic that there are indeed people left on this polluted mudball who give a fig for someone else, and for being excellent hosts to a family going through a period of travail. "By their works shall you know them."
I have volunteered my time as the CEO of the same shelter I was staying which mostly houses men and am given many opportunities to show love and kindness to those going through many of the same trials as I did three years ago.
What we need to do when we have been blessed and grace has seen us through these trials is become a servant. I have brought the overflow from the shelter to my home. I have a family of 5 and we all contribute in the ministering of those in need. My wife and I have slept on the floor numerous times to allow more to be served. That is the walk he meant for us. That is the light he wants us to show. I love God and can not do enough for Him. Home is where the heart is and if God is in your heart, God provides a Comforter so that everywhere is home.
He sent out the apostles with nothing and through their faith in Him, they needed nothing.
God bless you.