In a sense, I have never outgrown the “why” stage of childhood.

A simple fact of life. We don’t always agree… especially on things that are important to us.

I suspect many of our parents remember how often we asked the question. “How how long until Christmas”? I remember I could hardly wait for the gifts!

“Tell me your friends, and I will tell you who you are.” These words are but echoes of words spoken over 400 years before Christ.

There is a story about an old Chinese farmer who lived in ancient times. He was the envy of his rather small village because unlike most of the other farmers, he possessed a horse.

For most, but not for everyone, Thanksgiving is a day with lots of good things to eat, parades and football games to watch, family traditions to be celebrated.

Jesus did not establish the church as an institution with a slick “Public Relations” plan. He started a movement that developed into the early church.

They were comfortable… until they were told a story. Then they learned an uncomfortable truth. The person in the story out there hid in their own heart.

It is a variation of an ancient story. Humans were making a mess. They forgot that they were all sisters and brothers. They each were looking out for themselves and their immediate “blood family.”

I knew I needed to explore the distinction between houselessness and homelessness.