Monday, January 31, 2011
I peeped through the peephole of my door to be sure it wasn't a naked pyschotic man (this happened in my town last week). Seeing no one, I cautiously opened the door and saw the mail truck pulling away.
Yay! There was a package for me. It was an art print I bought off Etsy. Here's where I got it: Skyblu126 Here's where I temporarily "perched" it in my kitchen-family room area.
I like it. It's prettier in person than on the Etsy site.
So what else? I didn't feel well today so I stayed home from all real estate dealings until a friend called to say an ice storm is on it's way and the electric is expected to go out. Having only a few home-baked Ginger Snaps in the house and very little coffee left, I dragged myself to the store and bought oj, bread, and the like. On the way home I stopped at a thrift store and bought a Loft sweater for $3.00. I found this amazing orange and gold dress by Guess for $3.00 but I put it back because I'm too old to wear it. I found an Ann Taylor jacket with fake fur for $3.00 but I put it back too because I started to feel sick again and was too weak to try it on. I grabbed Suze Orman's book "Dare to be Rich" for $1.00. I've always wanted to read it but was always too cheap to buy it.
When I got home the UPS man brought me a new book called the New Christians, The Good News About the End of Christian America, How a New Generation is Restoring the Faith (what a ridiculously long title!) by Gabe Lyons.
Some birds have finally started coming around to my seed piles. Mostly junkos. A swarm of house wrens were here today. A pair of cardinals came too but left after 10 minutes. The squirrels are such pigs, it's amazing to watch them stuff their faces silly. I forgot to pick up seed from the store, so, sorry guys...you'll be disappointed tomorrow.
To Da Lou
Friday, January 28, 2011
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
Sunday, January 16, 2011
Yesterday was tundra-type weather here. Mr. Seriously Though came along on my job of showing people houses. I was so happy to have him as the driver. I sat in the back seat with the wife. and her husband sat in the front with my husband. Our tour of homes was a 150 mile round trip of 6 HUD homes. HUD homes are repossessed homes owned by the United States Department of Housing and Urban Development. This meant, no utilities on at any of the homes. It was a cold 4 1/2 hours.
Saturday, January 15, 2011
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
Saturday, January 1, 2011
Mike Yankoski and Sam Purvis, 20-year old middle class guys, feel God calling them to live on the streets as homeless men. So they drop out of college and their comfortable lives and take to the streets. Under the Overpass is a first-person, true-story account of their five month journey in five major
The vulgarities and crudeness of the language used on the streets has been left out, making for a softer, less jarring read. However, the harsh realities of their experience and the desperation of those they meet are still raw and honest in the telling. The challenges they face are those basic needs I don’t often think about: where to use the bathroom, how to get something to eat, not to mention storms, violence and rats. Those type of issues I take for granted and I enjoyed reading how Mike and Sam solved these problems in each city. If you’re hungry enough you will eat out of a trash can, for instance.
Still more interesting are the tales of meeting the people on the street. Crazed drug addicts, the mentally impaired, and handicapped veterans are just a few of the types of people they commune with. The negative treatment Mike and Sam receive from the “normal” passersby on the street, even professing Christians, and churches is disappointing.
I didn’t find the book depressing, or guilt-producing. It’s an easy read. Mike’s accounting of their experiences is straightforward story-telling without preaching. I did get choked up here and there with some of the stories and observations. This book doesn’t try to solve the homeless problem or point fingers. It does, however, confront the reader’s pre-conceived ideas about those who are most despised and intentionally ignored in our society. After reading the book I am genuinely concerned for those in my own city. I have from time to time headed downtown at night looking for homeless people who need a blanket or pillow, especially when it’s cold. I never felt like that was doing much. After reading the book, I feel encouraged to do more. I have also been fearful of the homeless and this book confirms we need to be careful when reaching out to those sleeping on the streets. I plan on contacting my local rescue mission to see how I might be able to help those in need on a more regular basis as result of reading Under the Overpass.
I like this book so much I wish I could buy several boxes to give away to my friends. “You need to read this book,” is what I want to tell everyone. Even those who don’t share my faith in Christ will find this book thought-provoking.
*I received this book for free from WaterBrook Multnomah Publishing Group for this review
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