that is God's way

Bro

k

en.

we are.
we are.
we are.

T is rattling past our house, socks, he could use some more socks, socks for shoveling the walk, our walk
C perched on the back porch, calling all of us in

Beef stew, coffee
Derek folded in the kitchen, his frame burried inside of himself
arm on the back of the couch, around Haus,
who can't believe his eyes,
as
J saunters in
[that's God's way]

T, He takes them off, takes them off slowly (it hurts, it hurts)
Michelle warming water in the bathroom, Brad at his feet, at his feet
DM brings the towel, the water
Charla is praying
[that is God's way]

frostbite
is
wincing
D is crying on the back-porch and
we are one
we are one

bro

k

en

we are
we are
we are

and we hurt, huddling in the kitchen, weeping on top of the staircase, crying out

angels, angels, Jesus, JESUS,
is hurting

and charla is singing :
Yes, we will arise, so won't you breath into us
Death has lost the victory

Charla is praying,
B is sending us away,
and we wait
and we wait

and we hurt and we hurt
T tells his story and leaves to bring her back he'll bring her back
he never brings her back

and we wait
and we wait

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, JESUS will. can. does.

2.

Tonight Joe taught me how to role cigarettes and H handed over the bottle, washed his feet for the first time since the New year and took a shower. Perhaps rolling cigarettes is the best way to love the homeless, I will do what it takes to share Jesus. Sometimes it's different than how we plan.

H just said this is much better than the lifestyle they were living. He sits on the couch barefooted waiting for Chip so that he can watch the Jesus movie. The passion.

He listened to DM for 5 minutes singing praises to God and came out claiming Jesus was in that room. He handed Brad his alcohol.

Now he wants to bring all of his friends.

I have found what I want to do the rest of my life. I will give up myself for it. I will give up myself for it. Jesus, here I am.

I am YOURS.

_______________

H has been here two nights now, I've waved numerous times
they are on the veranda smoking

hanging our pictures, bringing in the color
writing songs with my meager guitar chords (is meager spelled wrong, I think it is)

come.
come.

Jesus is talking about his ARMY. Made up of barefooted, sad-songed men who are broken and revived and have the breathe of God inside

there is this new heart inside of them. it looks like my Savior. Is it possible that these men these woman that came stumbling over their own feet have changed to look like the Jesus I serve

Skillet is cooking pork in our kitchen
Michelle is laughing
kate is on her knees in the candle room, it is boiling in the boiler room but not from heat

DM shares the gloves from on his hands with anyone that he can love better by giving them up. He uses everything to love people better. he just brought me pork and potatoes
door opens
door closes
a knife to cut it with

and in this small room with unclean hair and sweat pants, coffee getting colder in the black mug and my lack of eloquent words I just know that Jesus is the realest and I don't need anything else

this small life is paradise.