January 25, 2019 |
The atmosphere in the park is heavy. Several police officers and park rangers stand nearby, ensuring that bags are being packed and that everyone is moving along. It’s been a good afternoon, nonetheless. I meet a young couple named after trees, both deciduous and coniferous, whose dogs know who to bark at and who to sniff approvingly. Rounding the corner in front of the library I run into a friend. He warns me to be gentle with his arm which is suffering from an abscess. I’m reminded of an old John Prine lyric, “There’s a hole Read More
December 18, 2018 |
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
November 15, 2018 |
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
September 18, 2018 |
As we head towards the annual fundraising dinner this October, we've been considering the significance of this year's theme: Perspective. We hope you'll plan to join us on October 20th! Details and tickets are here.
Perspective - pərˈspektiv/. noun
1. the art of drawing solid objects on a two-dimensional surface so as to give the right impression of their height, width, depth, and position in relation to each other when viewed from a particular point."a perspective drawing"
2. a particular attitude toward or way of regarding something; a point of view.
A SEVEN-SECOND PERSPECTIVE-SHIFTING CONVERSATION WITH JOEY. OCTOBER, 2003.
Joey: “What are you doing here?”
Me: “Well, I just came down to see you,”
Joey: “Oh yeah? You would have to come down to see a guy like me.”
Ouch! This response more than rattled me. He’s got this wrong! That’s not what I’m doing. That’s not what I meant!
Flustered, I fumbled through a quick conversation and we parted ways.
what I’m doing, right?
As I thought deeply about his words later that night, I moved from flustered to convicted.
I realized that he was right. That was my attitude.
He detected it long before I did. Read More