It's freakishly cold in Cincinnati. I went to an ice-skating party yesterday at Fountain Square, but only stayed for a half-hour or so (maybe ten minutes of actual skating) because I lost feeling in my toes. The best part was that you could skate to one side of the rink and then just stand there; the wind would push you across without your having to exert any effort.
There was a five-gallon Igloo container full of hot cocoa there. By strange coincidence there is a five-gallon Igloo container full of hot cocoa today at Our Daily Bread. We made an executive decision to stay open later in the afternoon because, well, it's freakishly cold. So we put out the cocoa (I'm sipping a cup for quality control purposes; very high cocoa-to-hot water ratio) and put on a movie (The Mask of Zorro).
A woman asked me today if I would be her mother. I turned her down.
"Whatever thoughts we have about God, who He is or even if God exists, most will agree--that God has a special place for the poor. The poor are where God lives. God is in the slums, in the cardboard boxes where the poor play house. God is where the opportunity is lost and lives are shattered. God is with the mother who has infected her child with a virus that will take both their lives. God is under the rubble, in the cries we hear during wartime. God, my friends, is with the poor, and God is with us if we are with them.
"This is not a burden. This is an adventure."
--Bono
"This is not a burden. This is an adventure."
--Bono
4 comments:
now angela, why wouldn't you want to be someone's mother? what an honor!
That was my first thought, what J. said, but then I just had to laugh at your sense of humor. Thanks for the stories!
But you'd make such a great mother... you have the wonderfully big and caring heart for it.
Love ya,
The BoNo FreAK
You write very well.
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