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All I know is the memory of that day on the beach long ago with that brown skinned girl I so fondly remember. Mine was indeed raisin in the sun, and into the night too.

Ahhh the sweeet memories of my youth.

You go girl!
LOL, she reminds me a little bit of Sadie.
Her spirit anyway.

hmmm a raisin in the son. I used that term just today to describe someone I know.

For the last month or two I've been going to a church that rounds up and feeds the homeless. It is truly an amazing experience. As the people wander in walking, riding their bikes, or from being picked up by some of us volunteers, there is hot coffee and sometimes something sweet. We then serve a hot meal which they take to their chairs and eat. Then my friend Cherie Birney has a church service. After the service, they are sent on their way with a bag lunch.

I do this for myself; not that I'm some sort of goody two shoes. I help serve the food, bag the lunches, and wash the dishes. I can say I've been to Church without "going to church."

There is a man named Walter who lives in his car. I've seen it. I went to pick him up. It is a van with four flat tires and a tarp over the windows that may/may not be broken. It sits in tall grass behind some warehouse type buildings. I understand that the man who owns the warehouses let's Walter and Jeff (who also lives in his car) run an electric cord from the building for some electricity.

Walter looks like a shriveled up raisin. He has less than 1/2 the teeth God gave him. But here's the thing: this man can sing better than any blues/gospel singer I HAVE EVER HEARD. He will NOT allow musical instruments to accompany him. I have recorded him with my I-Phone but I don't know how to retrieve it or publish it.

Walter likes me. I like him too. This is such an amazing experience. When we pray we pray for some of our flock who are in jail for drunk and disorderly conduct. Last week, Cherie welcomed back some who had "been on vacation." She said, "Just remember what you did that took you on that vacation."

I took a very nice looking, neat woman back to the mission. She told me she was married. I asked where was her husband. (This woman is homeless but lives in the shelter.) She told me her husband was on a mission trip. I heard from one of the volunteers that yea, he was on a mission trip. Ministering to his fellow inmates. :-)