Wednesday, April 30, 2008

Wandering Day

Relationships are built on decisions. Decisions made for the other person, for the friendship. It's best illustrated in the question, "well, (insert friend's name here) what do want to do?" It might be a movie, a road trip or taking over the world each night (as was the case of a rodent duo in the best cartoon ever).

In our friendship with God it's the same way. Decisions build the friendship. I however, do not experience a wealth of helpful ideas regularly forming on the surface of the standing water that is my imagination. It's one thing to make decisions for a friendship, another to have ideas on which to decide.

Cool side note for fellow pools of swamp water: delight in your friend. Find ways to delight in them. Ideas flow. The Lord pointed this out to me some weeks ago as I was asking Him about this problem. He brought up J-T, a fellow housemate. J-T gave me his wallet when he heard I was organizing my life. He burns me the best mixes I've ever heard. Sends comics my way he knows I'll love. The Lord pointed out how delighted J-T is in me. Delight in your friend, ideas follow.

My wandering day of mission bubbled up as I've been hunting for my delight in the Lord. Check it out.



I packed New Testaments and food for IUPUI folks, the shakers who shake their coin jars on the corners in downtown and the southside folks.



Ahh, the UC. It was beautiful out and many students sit outside instead of in the buildings, helpful. I got to speak with a bunch of folks about the Kingdom of God and prayed with some folks.






Downtown was the most joyful. stopped first to meet Ralph and Aman. We sat down and talked for a while, at one point we all stopped to read everyone in ear shot the Good News. The 4 of us Ralph and Aman, Hannah and I were together for about 1/2 hr before we met Don and Don (see above) and Ken Williams (see right). Don and Don were a father and son pair out riding their bikes. Former travelers with the circus, the father now has an apartment and the son is working construction. Ken was a preacher "without a place to lay his head." We stayed awhile with Ken swapping scripture and sharing stories.



We then headed south to the Southside, where we were just in time to meet up with Dalton and his family.

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