grateful

The holidays can be tough. Bad memories and good memories alike can stir ones heart to grief. For many, it is the time where it is most clear that they are alone and lonely. We opened our house to friends and a few strangers that had nowhere to go to celebrate thanksgiving and feasted. It was beautiful to see a 67 yr old vietnam vet sitting with a young punk rocker, a local black minister preaching to a white college student, to see one man who lives on the street serving everyone else while another fell asleep on the couch. What on earth are these people doing together? In what world do these people celebrate holidays together? I am a citizen of the world in which it happens all the time, a member of a communtiy that has embraced this counter culture, and a student of a master that has been growing us in his image each step of the way.