another post on the homeless

It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than

for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God

I spoke with Dave today, actually he spoke with me....wanted an ear to listen he did....it is so hard to not pass judgement. I knew he was homeless. Dave has a different purpose then you and I. We wonder what and where to eat and he wonders how he will eat.

Let's face the facts----I am rich. Really, really rich.

I own several pairs of shoes and actually wear different ones every day.

Most people in the world do not own shoes.

Dave wondered why people give up on people.

I wonder the same thing.

If you ever go homeless....get a dog....people will pity the dog more then you so you will get to eat.

Dave asked for prayers...he never asked for money.....he asked for prayers.

Homeless people say God bless you to me more then any other people I know.

pray for Dave

pray for wisdom and understanding

FIGHT?!

i love the fight....i sometimes wish i didn't love the fight and people that observe from the sidelines love that i have the fight. as i get older i must admit.....i get tired of fighting.......it is tiring.

someone NEEDS to STAND UP for what is right.

right?

RIGHT!

so...I stand up and am beaten----BEATEN down.
only to stand back up again :)

again and again and again and again

God is good....

It's TRUE

the difference has been made. the word you spoke, the smile on your face, the glance towards another person when no words were needed......that was the difference. the change in your pocket was change.


a mist....your life is but a mist use it.

r u making a difference ? ?

She thanked me as I struggled to get the change out of my pocket making sure none of the bills in my pocket should appear. I dug deep for the change that was down there fingering as much of it as I could up and out of the pocket while yet pushing the bills down deeper. At last I had it. And I handed it to her while she thanked me for making a difference and bid me safety on this Thursday evening commute home to my suburban home complete with cable and a roof.

Today I started the process for a raise @ my job. "What does man gain from all his labor at which he toils under the sun? " asks Solomon.

I want to make a difference. To change people. I want to be more like Christ and yet the sin(s) in my life hurt me and cause me to stumble not helping anyone. I am, but a man. I wonder if I really want 30-40 more years of life in a pain stricken world where which I don't feel at home. The most peaceful I ever am is in the company of believers or in my garden Shangri La. All other stuff is meaningless and even Shangri La, temporary in this world will one day be transformed by those yet to come.

I want to make a difference. I want to change people for Him who gives life. What else can I do that will last? What else do I have to give? At work I toil over retail stores that are successful and yet I feel no satisfaction at the end of the day. I seek satisfaction through the joy of others. I seek satisfaction through the acceptance of Christ through others. I work towards my life ending to be in heaven and rest with Him. I have no other solutions. Getting a raise to possibly improve my home and to grow my own riches seems so unworthy especially when the change I dig out of my pocket possibly makes more of a difference then any other act of my day and yet I crave the raise---forgive me.

INSANITY

it's whats for dinner

( 5 different types of chilis )

fast life

Friday August 31st Washington DC
Saturday September 1st Washintgon DC
Sunday September 2nd Leave Washington to Philly aka South Jersey HOME!
Monday September 3rd Leave South Jersey for NYC
Tuesday September 4th NYC head home to South Jersey in the evening
Wednesday September 5th---work in Philly-stay home
Thursday September 6th Head to DC to work and spend the nite
Friday September 7th leave DC on the 7:25 AM train, get home @ 10 AM and go set the race in the Pine Barrens.
Saturday September 8th.....direct the race and get home @ 5 PM to prepare for bible class and worship leading tomorrow.
Where did this week go?
sometimes methinks i work to hard @ everything.
i'm tired
Our beloved cat is still missing.
Mona my newest daughter and our 2nd german left on Fri afternoon.
We have a meeting right after service tomorrow...

thank God for Jonathan and Nate for cutting the church lawn for me today...I don't think I could have done it (but I would have).

with great love,

Tater

gone?

A while back when I was blogging on a regular basis I started a theme called: "What I lost today"
Mar and I were in NYC for two days and upon returning home it turns out our cat of the last 7 or so years is missing. It's a bit odd since Sammy is a house cat and does not EVER go out. In fact he's scared to go out. Well he's missing and it is a big thing to the Perazzelli family since he IS a Perazzelli. Margaret has been known to describe my relationship with Sam very well....this cat "tolerated me", even so......he is MIA and it's a BIG, BIG deal.
I've checked the usual places (Sammy was a hiding cat) and have come up empty.
In a house of two birds, three fish, one chinchilla and five humans you wouldn't think it was a big deal, but it is. Come home Sammy, come home.