are the feet of those who bring good news,
who proclaim peace,
who bring good tidings,
who proclaim salvation,
who say to Zion,
"Your God reigns!"
...and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace.
Got to deliver two bits of good news as I walked to work. The first opportunity was giving a sack lunch to a homeless man curled up on the sidewalk. Almost forgot to bring one along, since Nate and I are meeting for lunch, but God reminded me to pack it and to go back for it once I forgot it (I go back to my apartment for something I forgot about half the time I leave it). Honestly didn't expect the little lunch to make it all the way to the office. The second was encountering Don on his bicycle: he has been praying for office space here on Capitol Hill since recently beginning work with International Students Inc. (a ministry to international students here in the U.S.). and we've agreed to allow him to share Phil's space at the office without charge. This should work well, as our office is close to Don's home, Seattle University, and Seattle Central Community College.
Even with all that, my mood is poor, anger simmering just below the surface. Too busy, too much to arrange, and the things that matter more to me than these are also farther out of my hands. Walking through the days with open eyes and ears, left to wonder if humility and accurate self-concept died separately or at the same time. Their absence hurts us daily.