- I heard on Jeopardy that ragamuffin was a type of cat found in the streets.
- A friend of mine simply trying to find his way spent a night in jail and is thinking of change.
- A woman franticly weeping came in as prayer ended. She lamented an ongoing fight with her 11 year old daughter, who she believed was the only redemption in the rape she sustained at her conception. Others, "Godly people" tell her to just give her life over to the Lord. She insists that the Spirit and her soul were the only ones there through all her trials. I could only hold her as she wept.
When will we stop giving answers as a substitute for compassion? We are all cats wandering on the streets of life. Let us recognize that God is present in our longing, the very moment we long to connect with the divine.
