Today I wanted to share with you a news story that was highlighted throughout the conference. The story can be found on NPR (national public radio) and it truly is unforgettable.

To Sum: Social worker is robed while getting off the subway. He willingly gives his wallet then offers his jacket! Yup that's right. "If you're going to be robbing people for the rest of the night, you might as well take my coat to keep you warm." Diaz (social worker) then proceeds to take the young man to dinner. I can only guess this left the young kid dazed and overwhelmed, but mostly changed.

When was the last time you seized a moment? How many times do we waste moments?

The story left me wondering how many times in life I have wasted opportunities to love people, all kinds of people, people I view as unsafe, difficult, or unimportant. The story also left me reflecting on how much I hoard and how often I truly value my "things". hmm...

I encourage you to read the story because the message is really in the details and I did not do the details justice.

On the way to church we did one of the many things you can do to prepare yourself for a sermon. We caffinated ourselves at *bucks. We juiced the little one up with sugar b/c we were drop'n him off at the nursery so heck why not?. We were late to our usual location of worship so we decided to join some friends at another local/venue down the street and a few blocks over (literally). So we entered a different *bucks.

I love visiting different starbucks. Outside of the various collections of "mugs I must own" and french presses I tend to covet each *bucks tends to carry it's own personality. This one was freakishly friendly so I decided I would join in. I made a point to nod and "hello" each person in *bucks. This included the neighborhood pimp who happens to be quite friendly.

I had to say hello. He was smoke'n in his pinstripe suit which he managed to tie in with a purple scarf and phenomenal hat. I'm pretty sure his shoes were purple. I mean seriously, here I am on my way to church and the most creative I got with my attire was managing makeup. oh the shame.

Seriously, I'm sure he's not a pimp but if I could give him an occupation...

As we loaded our caffinated selves up to head down the street I contemplated what people wear to church. For years I sat through and joined in various conversations about what people should/do wear to church (seriously,is this being about the kingdom? Anyhoo). I love how you can go to one church and the mass population is do'n the flip flop thing and the next week go to another and you'll see hats and nylons.

I wonder why people choose what they choose to wear to church? I know it's not always based on how one dress' regularly b/c I've seen you and you never wear slacks unless its sunday.

So what do you think? Does it matter? can a pimp come to your church? Do you get angry when people judge others on their clothing? Should people be asked not to wear certain things? Is it dishonoring to come into a corporate setting in a mini skirt or a tee shirt that says "I make good babies"? Is it purely a location thing (i.e. the South vs. California)? Is it cultural? Any thoughts?

By the way I saw my *bucks pimp friend at church this morning (nice) and next week I'm bringing a fan!!!

Peace.

I am not one for promoting movements or authors or pastors or theologians (perhaps comment on, but not promote) this time I'll make an exception. What I heard this weekend is already available online and I'll be sharing more in detail as I begin to digest it all.