Pray Not Panic

This is a picture in the Church of St. George in Halifax

where I went a year ago to my good friend's

wedding.

Christ is over all and I must remember this.

I have to trust God for a new home for me

Cleo and my belongings.

I called about a lovely looking place today,

not downtown,

but in reasonable bus-ride distance.

No Dice.

No Full Time Job, No Lease.

Yikes.

So: Pray, Not Panic.

God is bigger than all of this.

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I was reminded again at Church how God often builds our faith

by coming through at the 11th hour.

Okay.

Well. Tomorrow I am going to an open house with a friend after church

to see another apartment building.

Pray, Not Panic.

The Lord knows...

What I saw today...

I was walking home from work and saw a woman kneeling down, off the curb, gathering what I thought were coins in her cup. I was worried, thinking that no one was helping her pick up the coins; their are various people who ask for money on this particular street. Then I realized, as I came closer, that she was picking up cigarette ends and that I have seen her before.

She talks a lot, but it is not always coherent. She is not young; her clothes usually look very clean, long skirts, shades of green. It is hard to see someone look so beautiful, vulnerable and mixed up all at once. I often think of St. Xenia and the other fools-for-Christ, who appeared crazy but were incredibly holy and are now recognized as saints.

Oh Holy Ones, pray for all of us lost sinners, struggling in these streets... Oh Holy Mother Xenia pray to Christ for us!