A dirty, scruffy guy, I can only imagine he was homeless, stood at the check out in front of me with one item in hand. The cashier uncomfortably went through with the transaction. Coughing and wheezing the guy avoided all eye contact with everyone and left with his single purchase; a big bottle of glue. May you disturb our comfortable heavens, Father, so we may see the brokenness you so long to heal through us.
It broke my heart.
Back home the street kids sniff glue to get high as to escape the hell this world has become to them. It especially disturbed me today as I saw it in my heaven.
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I saw hell in heaven today
I love Pearl Art & Craft Supplies on Chicago Ave and Wells St. In following the advice to, “find and do what fills your cup,” I’m pursuing more creative channels to rejuvenate and relax me. Painting does that for me. I’m no Rembrandt, but I like it. So I walked into Pearl after a long hiatus. I love this store, from canvases the size of swimming pools to acrylics every color you can imagine and more. Pencils, charcoal, paint and paper, this place is heaven for me. I love wandering the aisle with other artists just breathing it all in. We pleasantly smile at each other instinctively knowing the joy we share for a few moments in this paradise. Indeed this place is heaven… except on this occasion.
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Just when I thought you were going to begin blogging consistently again you take another vacation. I know you are probably busy with marriage (wink), Africa Revolution, so on and so forth but I do wish you would let us in your head occasionally! I hope all is well man. Check out our boy Dave’s blog. He gave us a shout out!Blessings,aaron
Posted by Aaron | January 18, 2008, 3:38 am