They came through the door with gear in tow. Looking urban, hip and a bit hurried (they set a pretty ambitious schedule for four days on the coast). Introductions got started, questions began to flow back and forth naturally like old buddies catching up on what God is doing. Over the dull hum of conversations I hear this flesh on flesh- solid SMACK, SMACK...shuffle of feet, and swearing! Immediately I stand up and look out the front window- two of our street friends are swapping fists to face shots like they were on UFC or something. I say, "Sorry gotta take care of something". Go out to the front door and begin shouting at them. "What are you guys doing? What are you thinking, punching each other in the face and in front of this store! You wanna end up in the tank for the night? Come on, grow up!" They stop...look up and down at me. One guy recognizes me, sheepishly replies, "Yeah, yeah, sorry man...uhhh... wasn't really thinking!" He turns to the other guy, calls him a name his mom wouldn't have liked, wipes the blood off his lip and they go their separate ways.
What does it look like to dwell here? Well, we're still working that out but God has given us favor, courage, grace and a whole lot of protection. I'm not sure what will come of it but God knows, plans and directs. Love it that God has brought people along with us for the journey both here in the north end and from all over the world!
John 17: 15-18 - Jesus Prays that we will truly Dwell
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