lester - a good last name

I had a good chat with Lester today. He is a homeless guy I ran into along the river. We sat & chatted, and went a little deeper than the weather. It was more for me than him for sure, but it was good to connect with someone new. I did ask him if he had any big plans ahead of him, and he said that Easter is a hard time. He said the libraries are closed - and that he spends a lot of time in libraries. He said he might go to the farmers market but he's not sure yet.

I could so end up like Lester - seriously...with nothing but a Green Bay Packers duffle bag full of clothes, a long beard (which was very impressive), some scares, and a quiet disposition.

Some of these praise lyrics are getting in the way of me knowing what it means to follow God. They say these awesome things like "the time has come to stand for all we believe in, today - today we live for one thing, and all the praise goes out to you". That's fine and true, but when you're sitting with a homeless dude a stones through from where you work - it's hard to understand - then you decide to skip lunch for some reason, and you know it's impossibly strange that you can even talk to God - but you are still hungry, have to go back to work, but still have time to check how your boys are doing in your master's pool...life is so strange some times.

But he is so the light of the world, even to the fatherless and the childless. Lester never had any kids.

Then last night was equally as strange taking LaShawn and Chase to the passion play. A muslim guy & girl that are so far removed from my real life...but they became part of my real life for a night - we listened to some rap music on the way home...and I learned that cell phones are really important to the younger crowd...but I was still tired, and maybe not as friendly as I could've been - but I hate to force things.

Today with Lester was so not forced which made it really cool for me (it was so for me anyway) - there was this strange progression that led me to Lester's park bench...it began by walking by him and not really noticing...then some strange thoughts brought me back, like a Robin that kept looking @ me strangely, turned me around, confused me, then led me back a bit - then an old historical picture of a bridge that gave me a place to start.

Either way, God has put this marvelous light right in front of us, to chase after. And it's in the simple moments and in the everyday when he really shows up, but it's still easy to miss him then.

Looking ahead, and one thought that came to my mind last night is that the weight of Glory is the cross - literally - then I heard something this morning that the word for Glory in the old testiment has this idea of heaviness...so when we ask God to show us His Glory, in a way we're asking him to show us the weight of the cross.

Anyway, I'm not making any more sense to myself so I just need to go "run" some profiles in Geopak. Cut the tin file, look @ the triangulation and then check the contours...I'll try to set the neighborhood street profiles - Parcel F, part of the GlenEagles subdivions in the St. Charles Development- I guess that will have some impact on people later - I remember playing ball in my street and the tennis balls always getting stuck in the catch basins...

oh well - I guess it's all for His Glory, His Weight, His Heaviness, His Burden, His Cross

Lester is his last name, but he goes by his last name. Maybe he just feels like a last name now...he stays @ St. Anne's...