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Rain creates distance between my mind and the world. It leads me to 2 a.m. walks alone through campus to savor it's uncommon presence. I am always better able to concentrate when it's raining, enjoying each moment with some kind of unique adoration. Perhaps I will live where it rains regularly some day. That might be lovely. I would like to live somewhere where it snows, too, or at least I think so.

California is funny. There was an article in a magazine I read today about Los Angeles and it's role in the apocalypse. Are the evils and disasters of the city created by man, or some kind of punishment from God? Let me ponder that for a moment. . . still, not so sure.

I also met a man tonight named Juan Jose. He was going through trash to collect cans for money. When I asked if I could help in any way he explained that the money wasn't for him, it was for a little boy and little girl he had recently met who needed help. This made me consider how I do ministry. Digging through the trash for other people? That is service. The check I used to write out every month, then decided they could take out for me to help feed a boy? Good, yes, but perhaps there is something missing. What if I let somebody on the street rest in my room while I slept in the rain? What if I was really willing to give of myself, not just boldly proclaim my unbacked passion. Maybe I would be more like Christ. Maybe I would be truly working in the Kingdom.



Rain Thoughts.