One hundred and seventy people stood in line, in brief and heavy rain, for a free lunch of hot dogs, hamburgers, pork and beans, macaroni salad, three bean salad, sweet potato pie, and iced tea. All were content and thankful. We were fortunate a few hours earlier when a couple donated hot dog and hamburger buns. In the end the meat was gone, and there was enough of the salads for anyone who wanted seconds. There were also plenty of sweet potato pies left. I'll have a slice tonight if I feel better.
Uncertainties about employment in the Middle East persist. I had assumed the semester would have already started but checking university calendars they got two weeks to go. So it is still possible. You have no problem leaving St. Joes in a lurch?
Sometime this week a young man who used to live here will return. He is well liked and is by all means, quite capable, I'm told. I never realized when I signed up for this that the greatest challenge would be learning to live and work with people who have little regard for their fellow workers, and are just cantakerous. I know I ought to just leave it to Jesus. Dude it's between you and God, the indifference and uneven tempered barrages about how people ought to work when they aren't capable of working at all, is neurotic. The only way I can deal with a neurosis that sputters slander and is indifferently aloof is to stay away and off their radar. I can be nice, and patient, and God forgive me, I will try to work with such individuals, I just didn't expect I'd have to do it in this place, a sanctuary. Such negativity is cancerous and I'd rather have nothing to do with it.
Tomorrow the hospitality room will be closed. I have so much time on my hands, I ought to be more productive with my images and writing. But what to do? I realize if I return to the desert access to computers will disappear unless I buy one. There will probably be internet cafes and those are ok sometimes. It will be all about saving money anyways. The rich and beautiful landscapes outside the hick town is waiting. A chair, a good book, and a favorite beverage are all I'll need. Of course this is all pending.
Uncertainties about employment in the Middle East persist. I had assumed the semester would have already started but checking university calendars they got two weeks to go. So it is still possible. You have no problem leaving St. Joes in a lurch?
Sometime this week a young man who used to live here will return. He is well liked and is by all means, quite capable, I'm told. I never realized when I signed up for this that the greatest challenge would be learning to live and work with people who have little regard for their fellow workers, and are just cantakerous. I know I ought to just leave it to Jesus. Dude it's between you and God, the indifference and uneven tempered barrages about how people ought to work when they aren't capable of working at all, is neurotic. The only way I can deal with a neurosis that sputters slander and is indifferently aloof is to stay away and off their radar. I can be nice, and patient, and God forgive me, I will try to work with such individuals, I just didn't expect I'd have to do it in this place, a sanctuary. Such negativity is cancerous and I'd rather have nothing to do with it.
Tomorrow the hospitality room will be closed. I have so much time on my hands, I ought to be more productive with my images and writing. But what to do? I realize if I return to the desert access to computers will disappear unless I buy one. There will probably be internet cafes and those are ok sometimes. It will be all about saving money anyways. The rich and beautiful landscapes outside the hick town is waiting. A chair, a good book, and a favorite beverage are all I'll need. Of course this is all pending.
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