the anger

[needinghope]

I joined a church last Sunday. In May, I moved to a new city. Alone. By myself. I needed a new start.

Today I returned to my church as a member. I’ve never been good at meeting people, so the move has been difficult. I’ve doubted myself a lot along the way. But, I sense, in a place deeper than my own emotions and perceptions, that all of it is very good for me.

Anyway, I noticed that the church serves lunch in a park downtown every Sunday. I decided I wanted to make myself go and resist the urge to go home and curl up with a book. So, I stuck around after the service and looked for people who knew how things worked there. I met some great folks.

I got to the park and helped set up and serve food, and then I got a plate and sat with a small group of people in the park. Three of the gentlemen were homeless and told the best stories about life in their world. It’s the best Sunday afternoon since I’ve moved here.