Our New Friend Steve

Good morningeverybody, as I am writing this were getting together for our morning devotional before Emily comes to take us away.
Yesterday was a day that gave me a scare at first. After our morning showers at the YMCA (many thanks btdubs) we went to a state funded school in West Oakland. Its philosophy is to teach through play, and our challenge was to spend time with kids in the classroom, teach them, and play with them. Honestly, I was scared at first, but the kids loved me; each one of us, as a volunteer, was a celebrity. Our work was immensly appreciated by the teachers and the principal.
After our lunch, we drove to Berkely. It was raining. We split up into two groups of five, and Emily gave each group ten dollars. 'Meet a need' was the name of our mission, and our challenge was to use the ten dollars to buy a homeless man or woman a meal or whatever they might need.
My perception of what I need is different from Steve's vision of what he needs to survive. Steve needs only his remaining teeth, the items in his backpack, and his books. His meals tend to work themselves out, his ever changing shelter tends to find him. He was hungry, he was more than happy to accept food. We took from his hovel on Telegraph Street to Milanese Cafe, an Italian pizzaria at where he couldn't even finish his pizza.
We talked for nearly an hour. We learned that he had been the victim of a terrible divorce, and that had landed him on the streets. He talked about his love of reading, that seemed to keep him hip with pop culture, such as the news of ....

gotta go, ciao
, ben egan

Proverb of the Day: 21:3