The way of Jesus cannot be imposed or mapped — it requires an active participation in following Jesus as he leads us through sometimes strange and unfamiliar territory, in circumstances that become clear only in the hesitations and questionings, in the pauses and reflections where we engage in prayerful conversation with one another and with him.
We tromped down the street in mini-mass, from one side of the alley to the other and through the brick doorway to the back. I think that the best dreams are shared in community, with people who see past the cracks and the dirt and the trash (and the raccoon pelt on the counter...?) and cast a vision for what can be.
We gathered in circle and prayed, that the wind of the Spirit would blow fresh across this place, that the light of the Gospel would shine bright in the darkness, that our Father will provide and sustain in all the time to come. He is faithful.