Life a Weblog for Young Adults

I can’t remember anything happening like this, in this way, to me before. I’ve never had a group of people that I’m just starting to get to know go out of their way to do something nice for me. Something that was completely undeserved and totally unexpected. Here’s how it happened…

I like to write about the story of God’s redemption of the world—which is certainly drama—but I often struggle to keep it in present tense. The life, death, and resurrection of Jesus can seem like historical events. I celebrate them, but I tend to keep them in the past nonetheless.

I don’t want to be the person who breezes through life, concerned only with my own selfish desires. I long to be in tune with the needs of others and to serve the community in which I live, yet I often find myself stuck somewhere between functional and ordinary. The answer is simple: engage.

They found us, without fail, in every town. Cooling ourselves with water from the Trevi Fountain, circling the Coliseum, wandering the cobbled streets of Florence, standing in the wings of vast cathedrals and baptisteries… they found us. Our tour guide glibly called them gypsies.