Watch Olympics in the morning with Kay.
Go get some food to take to the party tonight. Huh, there's a homeless guy soliciting outside the grocery store. …No, not today. I've got a lot to do. Finished with my shopping, I start to drive away. There's the homeless guy again. Should I stop? No, I think I'll keep going. Made it on to the road back. Darn. I should not develop a habit of ignoring the poor just because "I don't have time." Turn around, head back. Find him, park. Walk to him.
I say, “Hey, how’s it going?” Introduce myself. His name is Dan. He says he’s a vet but can’t get any benefits because he doesn’t have an address, which seems odd to me. He lives in his van, but his van is full of junk he’s gathered hoping to sell it. His arms are covered with strange wounds. He has gloves on even though it is not cold out, to cover the unsightly wounds there. He says he’ll work, but I don’t think anybody will hire him for a small job the way he looks.
But I do have to get going. I apologize for being rushed, and give him some cash. As I drive away, I am praying for him, and asking God to show me how I might help him later on.
Next, get a haircut. Wait, there’s a little farmer’s market I’ve never seen before. I don’t have much time, but I park by the hairdresser’s and walk back to check it out. I feel called to be aware of and present in what’s going on in my neighborhood.
OK, now for my haircut. I haven’t been to the one closest to home in years. It’s all different, clearly under new management. They seem Vietnamese. My guy doesn’t talk much, but he approaches my shaggy head like an artist, taking his time.
Back home, there’s no time for a post-haircut shower, because it’s time to take Trevor to a movie he’s wanted to see for some time: Hancock. A good time shared with my son.
Finally I shower, then it’s off to a coworker’s housewarming party. It’s a 20-25 minute drive — not far by local standards, but how can I use the time? I spend most it listening to the Allelon podcast by Alan Roxburgh, which is some of the best missional training I have found yet. But then I turn it off and pray, asking God to bless my coworker, bless this party, and use me as a blessing.
At the party, I meet the most important people in my coworker’s life: her parents, sister, fellow members of the Pacific Mozart Ensemble, close friends from university days and now. I am honored to be included! I visit with many of them, treating them as my own friends. A microphone that is a self-contained karaoke machine comes out. I sing “Turn It On Again” and botch the second verse, but everyone is laughing with me and cheering me on.
Then it’s time to head home. I’m tired and need a break from heavy-duty thinking and prayer, so I drive back rocking to the new Evanescence album. Now I am back to spend the rest of the evening with my family.
Wow. I can’t quite believe that I have spent an entire day in dialog with God, doing everything with and for him, aware of his presence. It’s been a good day.