June 10, 2013
And falling to his knees he cried out with a loud voice, “Lord, do not hold this sin against them.” And when he had said this, he fell asleep. Acts 7:60
This time the fog rolled down the Blue Ridge Mountains and wrapped itself around us in its sweet refreshment. And we wandered the Craggy Gardens until the promised rain which had totally drenched us yesterday began. And yesterday just as I pled aloud with the Powers That Be, please have some kind soul give us a ride although who would want two drenched cats such as ourselves in the backseat, nevertheless, a nice lady immediately did a quick U-turn, and opened the back door and let us in, and dropped us off at our stately bed and breakfast with the steamy baths in a claw-foot tub and red wine and appetizers on the big front porch. So I did not hesitate an instant as we turned the bend and saw the barefoot girl hesitate an instant before sticking out her thumb. And I already knew about the big black dreaded guy who was her friend a discrete hundred feet down the road because I had seen them in this barefoot state on the curvy way up.
And his thing was interpreting dreams because he had been a shaman since he was eleven years old so Andrea told him a story about a cinnamon bun and hungry people trying to snatch food away from her that she was clearing and professional chefs were rushing it back in and everything was confusing and anxious and he gave her a good word and we dropped them off at the Salvation Army Center and waved goodbye.
I thought about my dad always picking up hitchhikers, and my lack of little red Bibles to tuck into their grateful hands, and did I share the kingdom with these lovely people on any level? And here Steven stepped it up and declared all that the LORD had shown him. But his main job had been waiting on the tables.
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