Last night I called over a homeless guy with his shopping cart to have a chat. He’d been conversing with an invisible someone already so I didn’t feel I was imposing. Started off by getting him a black coffee with five sugars and two slices of pepperoni pizza. It was Celebrate Recovery night at my church where everyone carried in hurts, habits and hangups which–at some point in their lives or now–ruined the positive life trajectory they’d once lost and now sought to reclaim.

Christopher uses weed and meth when available but had a more personal reason why he decided not to partake in our recovery service beyond the offer of coffee and pizza. “It’s not the walking in that’s the problem, it’s the walking out,” Chris shared, “When it’s all over, I’m alone again.” He acknowledged he’s dirty inside and out and despite our Come As You Are motto, he was already predisposed to be rejected based on his complicated and very long history on the streets.

Having a place to return to and someone real to talk with, albeit a dog, helped me to understand his dilemma. While he genuinely wanted to join all of us broken people inside and make connections, in his world, it wasn’t worth the pain of the besetting loneliness once the lights are out and the locks are set for the night. Pushing his cart someplace out of the wind and rain was the only familiar ritual to which he’d been accustomed for many years.

I thought about him when I got home and again when I woke up this morning. Though I’d given him hints and helps about available community resources and I’d shared my own history of addiction, I still felt I had missed making the connection that might bring him out of his loneliness and into a better life. Sharing my experience, faith and recovery was necessary, but not sufficient.

I asked him to return same time next Wednesday so we might continue. He said he would and pushed his cart up the road and out of sight, but not out of mind, neither his nor my own.

(to be continued)

A stake through the hand

A spear to the heart

A crown made of thorns

Sacrifice for my part.

Envy the ones whose hearts yet untouched

Still aimless and blameless, unconvicted as such.

Those few who remain in wait for good news

Presented to pierce for a cause they might choose.

For the rest of us hearing whose pride dropped to follow

The voice of the One we’ve revered to be hallow

Whose life deeds and paths lead to life everlasting

For the souls of those who accept the recasting,

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So you think you’re far from the best this world has to offer? Maybe you’re right, but you’re also far from the worst of its choices. With a little integrity, wit, passion, kindness and a gentle heart, you’ll up your value and be more expensive but well worth the investment.
Act your price.
People will always pay handsomely for the rarer gem.

It was the part of our conversation about happiness that took a wide and unexpected turn into a moment of epiphany.

As if our chat wasn’t already fascinating given the long lapse of time between meetings, at one point we exchanged our own ideas of what makes each of us happy nowadays. I wasn’t expecting an epiphany but that’s what epiphanies do, they just creep up and surprise you when you least expect it.

As we were sharing I discovered our “happy” scenarios were all circumstantial, based almost entirely upon fortunate events and lovely experiences that once happened around us, to us, or were otherwise concocted by us, ultimately producing the experience of happiness.

Lunch ended.

As we hugged and each of us drove back to our jobs, I thought about it.

Us humans seem to put in a lot of effort for some fleeting bliss which, ultimately passes until dependence on the next experience brings us back to happiness.

To be continuously happy requires exposure to things outside ourselves, while being content is taskless; an unavoidable state of peace within ourselves despite the circumstances whatever they are.

While happiness is merely the ! at the end, contentment is the entire sentence before it.

We need not work at writing the sentence because our contentment just lets it fall into place.

Epiphanies are full of wonder and beauty, and exactly what our reunion over lunch had become.

It made me happy.

Confession: I’ve been caught up in things below much more than things above, and here is my excuse.

So many events happen each day that beg for my attention under the guise of making me a well-informed person. Current events, scandals, tragedies, evils, politics, wars and rumors of wars, all of which are important but in the bigger picture, not crucial, yet each of which drain a little more of my finite attention to be amused and preoccupied with the things below.

Colossians 3: 1 Since, then, you have been raised with Christ, set your hearts on things above, where Christ is, seated at the right hand of God. 2 Set your minds on things above, not on earthly things.

This doesn’t constitute a license to stick my head in the sand or to be eyes-closed ignorant, so heavenly minded I’m no earthly good. But I have such a knack for being distracted by news cycles, opinions and information that it drags me off course of seeing the things above.

People I know who seem to have the most joy and contentment in their lives are a lot simpler. They know how to be informed but not preoccupied to the point they jeopardize their panoramic view of things above. But I’m an addict and tend to overindulge in all things good or bad.

As such, I’m a voracious consumer of podcasts and news. So much so, the hobby crowds out so many other options for my time. A lifelong disdain of ignorance among believers compels my appetite. But altogether, it reminds me more of the mess of this world below than the promise of order above it.

I consciously forfeit good news of abundant joy for bad news of abundant evil.

Even now as I’m drafting this story, I’m on my 3rd podcast of the morning informing me that the days are evil in ways well beyond my ability to change.

What I can change, however, is to whom my finite attention is devoted.

My work is cut out for me.

Can I get an amen? and a third cup of coffee?

I woke up at two

but it’s now really three

and it feels so peculiar

or is it just me?

I’m a little bewildered

at what time it may be

but regardless the hour

I woke up to pee

It was the part of our conversation about happiness that took a wide and unexpected turn into a moment of epiphany.

As if our chat wasn’t already fascinating given the long lapse of time between meetings, at one point we exchanged our own ideas of what makes each of us happy nowadays. I wasn’t expecting an epiphany but that’s what epiphanies do, they just creep up and surprise you when you least expect it.

As we were sharing I discovered our “happy” scenarios were all circumstantial, based almost entirely upon fortunate events and lovely experiences that once happened around us, to us, or were otherwise concocted by us, ultimately producing the experience of happiness.

Lunch ended.

As we hugged and each of us drove back to our jobs, I thought about it.

Us humans seem to put in a lot of effort for some fleeting bliss which, ultimately passes until dependence on the next experience brings us back to happiness.

To be continuously happy requires exposure to things outside ourselves, while being content is taskless; an unavoidable state of peace within ourselves despite the circumstances whatever they are.

While happiness is merely the ! at the end, contentment is the entire sentence before it.

We need not work at writing the sentence because our contentment just lets it fall into place.

Epiphanies are full of wonder and beauty, and exactly what our reunion over lunch had become.

It made me happy.