"Open Hand Kitchen" (@ JeffersonSt between KentuckySt and StCatherine Louisville) Gives Me/Us Severalities of "Bread for the Journey"
'Chow Time' at the St. Vincent de Paul Society "Open Hand" kitchen for me has become a place to glimpse a rather ad-hoc "focus (group)" revealing the culture of those smitten of God homeless, rough sleepers and those whose rough sleeping is to eke existence in a shelter/mission as now I am (for my rough sleeping in the woods between the Ohio River at McAlpine Dam and the overpass of Superhighway 64 was abruptly ended when an evidently jealous colorful man assaulted me [1]). I see my ilk of humanity-at-bottoms in the dining area, and yet never so far is there concern shown that I as "womanly-yet-imperfectly" am a freak. Nevertheless, as womanly and wannabe protector of woman kind, what is a needle in my tenders to witness are the women, mothers with young coming in to eat from the hard hard hard streets, young and sunburned and less-then-pretty girls coming in looking tired, fat and matronly appearing ladies who seem by necessity to look tough and to perhaps be tough as well, all coming in with the larger cohort of men, also showing that the sun has kissed them with perspiration and burn, to eat, http://dailydoseofgreek.com/scripture-passage/why-aorist-imperatives-in-the-lords-prayer/what "bread" Jesus said-in-the-Greek-imperative Lord's-Prayer-ly we MUST HAVE as Children of God. . .
Indeed, with regard to such prayer, last evening at SVP kitchen meal I said the Grace, BLESS US O LORD AND THESE THY GIFTS WHICH WE ARE ABOUT TO RECEIVE FROM THY BOUNTY, with my notice that a Black woman with child of-kind-mentioned-above did smile warmly at me for doing so. . . She would not hear the prayers "for us" I make [2], for I generally 'whisper-piano-ly' these votives when I am on the street; we are as Disciples or cross-carriers NOT supposed to be "sumblingblocks" (Matthew 13.41) and I have noticed yes that the sound of my chanting will have a 'chill/scare' on some people of this sort, close to being rained upon and not accustomed to serenity in sound as I chant to be as well. . . So I sing-not in such assemblies as din-din at Open Hand.
Nicely, Louisville businesses supply not only food for chow-- always a tasty meal-- but supply extra foods as well that can supply the 'daily bread' at mid-day as I labor to 'write scripture (lower-case, note!) in this the Louisville Free Public Library at Third and York Streets, seemingly my "job" now in cross-carrying hermitage ;-). . . So fortune, which has no Divinity at all to me, happens at my present bed-place to indeed provide me with "daily bread" not merely the real breads from store-leftover-ness like venues Panera and Krogers, but the 'meat' for mind on which to think in regard to the host of us, on the streets and struggling between the business of bedding outdoors or with some perhaps better-fortune in a mission, or say with near-best luck to find a 'real' place to dwell, like one that I can can, we can call "home" to exit/enter willingly and to keep=>
. . .Unlike the prevailing law in Louisville-- that one Lord of Land may spit me out of 'his place' when the rent-nonetheless-paid-- but a I say again REAL home where there is for the equity of my cross-carrying and Discipleship to TheGoodTrueBeautiful may keep safe and secure and with memory of my dignities kept by Civil Community, the "Commune" of hypothetically-just people.
[2]... In the morrows on exit from SVP NAKED CAME I FROM MY MOTHER'S WOMB, NAKED SHALL IL RETURN, BLEST BE THE NAME OF THE LORD (Job 1.21), or the noontide Angelus 3 Hail Marys and the CHRISTUS VINCIT CHRISTUS REGNAT CHRISTUS ILMPERAT which is Catholic for Romans, catholic for me as Anglican hermit. . .As well, in the nightprayer of Compline, I do the NUNC DEMITTIS LORD NOW LETTEST THY SERVANT DEPART IN PEACE ACCORDING TO THY WORD FOR MINE EYES HAVE SEEN THY SALVATION WHICH THOU HAST PREPARED BEFORE THY PEOPLE TO BE A LIGHT TO LIGHTEN THE GENTILES AND TO BE A GLORY TOTHY PEOPLE ISRAEL.
[1](I say "colorful" only with love of Blackness for its bestness in many matters!)yes did beat me with a baseballbat-like club and knotted-ropelike whip)(It is ok, guy! You were not witting though that I admire your campers rough sleeping, and you knew not in your sense of territoriality that I was but trying to hide from you, not do the unholiness of offending your lover! I am almost celibate, no pervert, no prude either, will be careful when approaching rough sleepers on the wilds in the future! Sorry!)
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