Last Sunday Hopesprings left the building. Actually we leave the building all the time, but this time our gathering was up at the Warming Shelter on Nebraska Street. We met early, to make a meal for folks who stayed the night at the shelter before they were sent out into the Sunday fog.  I was in a fog myself, having overslept, and rushed into the chaos I was largely responsible for. The Hopesprings crew who came and served and hung out found themselves in the midst of a beautiful mess. Complete with syrup. Covered in pancake batter.

We didn't realize that the circuits in the shelter weren't made to handle the onslaught of pancake batter and bacon grease we were preparing to unleash on them.  They gave out immediately, and we improvised, strategically placing hotplates down the hallway, in an office, next to a water cooler.  Batter was put into an ice cream bucket, to be run down the hallway, to be met with fresh pancakes, hastily distributed to hungry people.  Where's the bacon?  

Those from among you
Shall build the old waste places;
You shall raise up the foundations of many generations;
And you shall be called the Repairer of the Breach,
The Restorer of Streets to Dwell In.
— Isaiah 58.12

The bacon was served late, and medium, to folks who had long-finished the pale brown fare we struggled to get made. Tense moments passed while the bacon sputtered and the people waited...some were first, others were last. Most people just wanted to make sure everyone ate before they did. 

"Looks like rain today"

People left trying to figure out where they were going to go. What they were going to do. To stay dry.  Stay fed. Stay sane.

We left wondering where we should go. What should we do? How do we love this city? We went home, wondering where the homeless will find theirs. 

-Michael Amman, Lead Pastor