“The heat coming off the sheets tonight is phosphorescent in taste, salty by sight….
Sheets of sky, sheets of could, sheets of stars, sheets of buttery-thick voiced peoples.”

This is how Neil described the night on our street this ThPM. We sketch during worship, if anyone wants to (most people do) and he wrote this in one corner of his half sheet, next to a little practice with cubism, a trailing vine, and a big-headed large handed figure wearing “tennis shorts made of strife.”

Israel has picked up this two week old habit of hanging out at one or the other of our altars and sinking into the various images of Christ that we have propped up amongst the candles. Theresa actually pulled up a chair and rearranged two of the paintings to hang out with them for awhile –just her and Jesus and the table. She built a little tower of blocks. When we were done with worship she said this sort of prayer, which was directed straight to God. It was like eavesdropping, or sitting in on a monologue in a play. At the end she said something like, “In the morning when I wake up and at night when I go to bed all I really have is prayer. And that’s the way I want it.”

When people move and breathe and have their being like this, I see a dream fulfilled.

Tonight Simon came for the first time and told us about his girlfriend of 9 years, Molly, and their 2 year old daughter Talia. Talia means “the dew of the morning” in Hebrew. In Greek mythology she ushers in the sun. They wanted to give her a name with the beauty of morning. Talia. With all my heart I want this family to find a home with us here. I want Talia to show me how to usher in the sun.

I mean, these people, they amaze me with their beauty. And insight. And wit. I totally adore them. I want to learn to host them well.