For the last two years, we've known our boiler in the Chase House is on its last legs. When the fire comes on, rivulets of water trickle down through cracks in the big cast-iron thingy-thing.
the plates on the front that seal off the deadly gas's way into the house fell off all the time. I fashioned holders out of coat-hangers and slathered them down with boiler cement to hold them on. so far so good...
Well, a local church pastor with some pull among the Cincinnati connected has managed to get our ministry's name on a list. the "Cincinnati Wish List". This is a list of charities that the cincinnat Enquirer (our local paper) supports with a one-time gift, around christmastime. Thank you, brother pastor. Thank you, all the well-meaning church workers. May you all be blessed richly in the knowledge and peace of Christ.
So there we are. I've had two companies in, this week. There'll be a reporter tomorrow morning to interview me, and next wee there'll be a photographer to catch the "skateboarding pastor" in action. no kidding. hilarious.
Please pray for my heart to hear, my mouth to speak, and my house to get neater, or not, as God wills.
The reality of our messiness is a testimony to the grace of God. The fact that i'm writing this, with the scriptures open on the table, having already had opps to share Jesus with neighbors, is worth the infrequency of vacuuming... inability to do all the repairs and upkeep...
I'd trade the niceness of a well-groomed lawn for a redemptive conversation with a neighbor addicted to drugs, anyday. Would you? If you would, maybe you'd consider moving into a missionary lifestyle and loving Jesus, who is builiding His church in People, outside the camp.
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