Sunday sleep-in, a rescue, and the rest about Super Duper Burger

So, I found a church!!!  For me, having a church where I feel at home is as important as eating or sleeping.  It's called Revive.  It's my kind of place. Kind of disorganized. Random people take the microphone during worship.  Worship is long, passionate, joyful and often wild.  Last night we ended with a fire tunnel and I was gloriously "fired."

Revive is a Bethel Church plant.  Tree of Life peeps, they have our DNA!

So, I worship on Saturday with Revive and get to sleep in on Sunday.  This is actually my favorite way to flow!

Yesterday, I locked myself on the patio of the building next door to the YWAM base. I had my computer (no phone) and WiFi.  I emailed my 3 daughters also Paul and Donna Bell in Madison. I gave them the 3 phone numbers of YWAM folks I could find in my email archives.  Help!  Please rescue me!

Ruth, my NYC daughter, called and called until she reached a BJM staffer on vacation.  She, in turn, called someone on the base who came down and rescued me.   In all, I was stranded for almost 2 hours.  People in four different states were involved.  Some drama. Mostly laughing.  The teasing hasn't begun yet....

I had an opportunity to think about the possibility that I would sleep outside all night. I saw black plastic garbage bags and thought I could, in a pinch, wrap them around me as some kind of insulation.  My toes were getting cold. I thought about how the people who sleep outside take their shoes off so no one will steal them as the sleep.  How many sleep in the day because the night is so dangerous.

I pondered how to contact police or whether one of the homeless men who come to the base might walk by on the street across from the park. Could I yell for help?  Would anyone hear over the noises of the street and the wind?  I prayed, Jesus I need your help. Please send someone.

Of course, Missy came and all was well. I had never been in any danger - except for cold toes.

Finally I neglected to tell ya'll about Super Duper Burger the other night.  Mmmmm.  Best burger I've had in a long time. And, sweet conversation with a young BJM intern from the flatlands of Central Illinois. Seeing her grow before my eyes in the weeks I've known her.  This business of entering the world of the Tenderloin and the people who live here - it changes you. 

As Heidi Baker said, "Smaller" (hand on her head)....."Bigger"  (Hand on her heart).  Changing.