“Hey, will you give Emily a ride over to Stout Street on your way back to the office?” Mark asks. “Her boyfriend is over there.”
“Yeah, sure thing. Hey, I’m Haley, nice to meet you,” I say as I shake Emily’s hand. She nods.
“My car’s over here, just down the block,” I point.
***
As I put my car in drive, Emily asks, “Hey, so do you mind taking my boyfriend to St. Luke’s? He’s really sick.”
“Yeah sure,” I respond. “Where is that? Do you know where to go?”
“Yeah, it’s over on High Street.”
***
“You can turn right here,” Emily notes.
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Warning: The following contains a slice of life, raw and unfiltered. While you may find it less palatable than honey, it is no less sweet. Though editing or cleaning up language might make it easier to stomach, it serves to diminish the pain and lament that hungers for righteousness and justice. The light shines in the darkness, and the darkness has not overcome it.
Come, Lord Jesus!
Civic Center Park buzzes with activity. The hustle and bustle is not that associated with the season showcased in lights and displayed in front of the City and County building, it is the daily grind of addiction, a liturgy of despair.
Robbie and I are taking in the scene when he spots a longtime friend. I read her story in the tattoos covering her arms and face. Read More
Thoughts by Mark Wilson
Send out your light and your truth, that they may lead me, and bring me to your holy hill and to your dwelling. Psalm 43:3
Not long after I began volunteering with Dry Bones I was introduced to a long time friend with an uncanny ability to reveal the most apt street names. I don’t know if the staff member making the introduction recognized this to be a prophetic gifting, or merely imagined it to be an amusing party trick, but I was soon answering a string of seemingly random questions. What the young man gleaned from my answers is a mystery, as is the way that he used them to stare into the center of my being. After some time he rattled off in his rambling, unbalanced way my hidden name, Traveller, the Blind Robot. I admit that I was slightly unnerved by the revelation of it, spoken aloud by a seeming stranger. Little did I know, blind as I am, how quickly my Read More
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