Welll. . .?
That's probably what y'all have been thinking - huh? I know, I know. It's just been one those times when there's not much to write home about. I'm kinda in the doldrums when it comes to creative and everyday happenings. Since coming home from teaching at camp I've been so busy that I just don't have much to say. Oh. . .wait a minute. . .here's one! Last night several from our young singles ABF (Adult Bible Fellowship) headed off to downtown Mobile and shared some grub and fellowship with the homeless. It was cool to watch them organize it and then serve these men and women who live under a bridge or in a nearby park. I went not necessarily to serve, but to sit with them and get to know their story. There was Terry - He was in recent car wreck. He had two rods put in his left arm and a skin graft on his right arm. Yet, there he was smiling, eating, and everybit grateful. He was talkative and easy to talk to. There was Rhett (or Ralph) - He said pe...