Started out at a Lutheran church-lady mission night. Eleven godly women. Someone had to ask: "Are you ever in . . . dangerous situations?
Next stop, some bar where they told me about a shooting the previous weekend. Only four customers tonight, who woulda thunk it?
The night ended with the whining of a long-time homeless guy who bugs our staff because he wants to be treated like he's better than everyone else, and has been barred numerous times for doing whatever he feels like doing -- for survival sake. I hadn't been around him for years, and he managed to aggravate me in 15 minutes, some sort of a record.
Patience, dear God, NOW!