My Turbulent 20s


Knowing exactly where i am i still get the feeling of being displaced.  Perhaps this is Your intention, Abba Father.  And if that's the case then i have no problem with feeling displaced.   Even though it would be neat to run into other Christians who are feeling displaced as well we could have a club of displaced Christians.  i know i need a refresher course on being more hospitable.  i suppose as i get older, i'm becoming less of a "People" person; in fact, i hate that term now anyway.

i'm remembering my turbulent 20s now when i was living in Florida.  i was more hospitable then, even if it mean i was taking dangerous risks or making unwise decisions.  When i was living in a trailer park near Fort Myers, i took in a young man who was fighting with his girlfriend in the wee houses of the morning.  i don't remember exactly how the events unfolded but the guy stayed in my trailer overnight and didn't get up and out of bed until after i had gone to work, so he had the whole place to himself.  The only  thing missing was an old Beach Boys 8-Trac he probably pawned.



i also took in a "wetback" from Mexico who had hitchhiked all the way from Texas to Florida and was walking along the highway.  Now that was a bad decision.  i took him home and it was a wonder i didn't end up in trouble myself--not even getting my wrists slapped--for boarding an alien in my apartment in a house that used to be a funeral home.  There might have been a ghost or two watching over me to make sure i didn't get my throat cut or getting robbed.  One might say that i carried this hospitality things way , way too far.  Abba Father, thank You for sending Your angels to watch over me when i managed to be accommodating to folks i didn't even know.  .



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