Currently in our house there are: our 3 kids, our adopted son, 3 orphans from the school (staying for a month), an alcoholic (who somehow managed to sneak off and get fall down drunk the last time he came over, someone who stole from us the last time they were over, 2 teenage boys with HIV, and a few others. We all ate dinner together last night and played Rook, and they all stayed over. It was a blast. The boys come over every Saturday night to do this. And we love it. Our house is bursting at the seams and we wouldn't want it any other way. Everyday I'm realizing that the "work" we came here to do is disguised as real life, and real people. It's much less about rolling up our sleeves and using a backwards shovel as it is loving this that are terribly hard to love. Or just those that are forgotten and overlooked by everyone else. Right now work looks like lots of dishes and cooking a huge breakfast before we all head off to church together. And I think that's it. I think we've found the most important work for our hands to be doing. It's hard. It's messy. Sometimes very uncomfortable. But this is how Jesus lived. This is who he had dinner with. This is who his crew was. We are in good company.
