Last day. I'm expected to say something at our community meeting this afternoon, but I feel like I'm at a place in my life where words won't suffice. That's why I haven't written here as much as I'd have liked this summer. When your every day, nearly your every waking moment, is spent showing love by action, words fall short.
There's something about playing Chess with a murderer (or two or three), or sitting with a meth-head as he really cries for the first time. Watching the former gang leader smile and laugh, or seeing one of Arkansas' most notorious convicts deeply impacted by something you shared. How about a walking time-bomb offering you a towel as you come in from the rain, or a guy your own age finally coming out of his shell and forgiving himself?
These things leave you speechless. The band Waterdeep put it best for me; "All I can say is, sweet River roll all over me." Where the Spirit is moving, that's where I want to be. I saw Him move this summer and I'm so happy to have been part of it. But I hope it doesn't stop here. This isn't some summercamp high experience, this is life. The Spirit is alive.
And I'm going to be late for work.
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