Jos. 24:14-29


I attended the ordination of a friend today, and I remember my first, in wich the bishop told us that “we would wait tables,”. And tonight as I prepared food for the guys and for the reception at St. Lukes tomorrow I laughed, I do wait tables, I wait tables in churches–and on the streets, literally wait tables; and I wait tables in sitting with the guys in their pain-John talking of his girlfriend dying last night, Wade, with his heroine habit.   I remember struggling through the years, with depression, and fear, and then I realized, I either served Jesus or I did not and so I follow–in season and out of season. I wrote many years a go my mission statement for my life–and as I move into it, I find it is what holds me together in Jesus:


The best summary for my mission in life can be found in the state that “obedience to Christ does not consist in propaganda, nor even in stirring of people up, but in being a living mystery.  It means to live in such a way that one’s life would not make sense if God did not exist.” To be a living mysterymeans to practice the works of mercy in the words of Dorothy Day–“To the point of folly”,. . .”I am a free lance, a tramp, a vagabond for Christ. I must go until Christ’s work is done. .I go like the wind. Kawaga”.

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