There are days
I walk outside to be with Jesus
And sit on a park bench
Or under the bridge
There are days
I leave my room to find Jesus
Walking the streets
and alleyways
There are days
I leave the lineup,
and stop to bum a light.
Nestled in the doorway
just beyond the reach
of the rain
watching the faithful lurch
on their way to stiff pews
and piss-poor coffee all
to hear that hellfire preacher
blowing smoke
again.
There are days
I remember the vows
The ring, the promise, the life
And that’s when I see
you on the sidewalk
staring up at me
arms outstretched
and I know
at last
it’s you.
Andrew is a writer, dreamer and organizer with a keen interest in developing leaders in faith, compassion and justice.
He currently serves as the Director of Missional Renewal for the Anglican Diocese of Kootenay on the unceded territories of the Sinixt, Syilx, and Ktunaxa nations. He previously served as the Director of Ministry Innovation at Christ Church Cathedral in Vancouver, BC.
Andrew is cofounder and contributing editor at www.empireremixed.com, and co-editor of "A Sort of Homecoming: Essays Honoring the Academic and Community Work of Brian Walsh" with Marcia Boniferro and Amanda Jagt.
He currently serves as the Director of Missional Renewal for the Anglican Diocese of Kootenay on the unceded territories of the Sinixt, Syilx, and Ktunaxa nations. He previously served as the Director of Ministry Innovation at Christ Church Cathedral in Vancouver, BC.
Andrew is cofounder and contributing editor at www.empireremixed.com, and co-editor of "A Sort of Homecoming: Essays Honoring the Academic and Community Work of Brian Walsh" with Marcia Boniferro and Amanda Jagt.