I volunteered today through Walk of Love to serve food to the surrounding community of low-income housing. 

First, we put together the bags of snacks in a well-organized and efficient yet completely fun way. Then we took to the streets and the homes to hand them out to anyone who’d take one.

As I was walking, a thought occurred to me. We talk an awful lot about how black lives matter or how police lives matter, but how many will look at someone living in poverty and say, “This specific life matters”?

When you put a face to the issue instructor of keeping it on a theoretical level, it changes everything. It becomes about serving Jesus in His most distressing disguise, as Mother Teresa once said.

It’s about repenting of the notion that the people I’m serving are somehow lesser or beneath me, like I’m condescending to meet their needs, but rather understanding that we’re both broken and just as much in need of saving grace as anyone who ever lived. It’s knowing that we both equally bear the Imago Dei, the image of God.

I love how the Walk of Love ministry is right in the middle of the community, getting to know the people and listening to their stories, working with them instead of merely doing things for them.

That’s the kind of service that changes lives and communities. That’s the kind of love that changes the world.

You ask, “So how did you spend your Friday night? Were you out painting the town red? Did you have thrilling escapades? Do you have exciting tales to tell?”

Well, I spent my Friday night hanging out with my 4-month old kitten and completing mock drafts for my company’s upcoming fantasy football league draft on Sunday.

How exciting is that?

Oh, I almost forgot. I had my fine dining experience at Taco Bell, followed by some time spent rummaging and searching for treasures at Goodwill.

All in all, it was a low-key Friday night, which I needed after a 4-day work week which seemed a lot longer because I felt I was scrambling to catch up the whole entire week.

Again, I could complain or I could choose to see that I still have gainful employment and actually accomplished something of value this week.

I feel like I’m ready for the draft. My last three mock drafts got A+, A+, and A grades. My strategy is starting to come to fruition. As Hannibal Smith from the A-team used to say, “I love it when a plan comes together.”

Don’t worry. I have more ambitious plans for the rest of the weekend. I just thought it’d be good to have one evening of chillaxing. I’d definitely call the evening a success.

So I’ve been laying in bed with my laptop for what seems like forever (but has been more like 30 minutes or so). I’ve been thinking about writing something profound and lasting, but all I have going through my head are snatches of random songs (and if you know my musical tastes, you know that when I say random, I mean “they should make pills for this” kind of random”).

I’m thankful that it’s Friday Eve, known to most of the world as Thursday. For some reason, this week has felt a lot longer than five days. Not that it was overly stressful or physically taxing. It just seemed longer than normal. I personally blame the humidity.

Whatever the case, this time tomorrow, I’ll have looked at my retreating work week in the rear view mirror, both literally and metaphorically.

In the mean time, my brain is fried. Deep fried. So to all of you, have a good night and pleasant dreams and I will see you tomorrow.