the walking man walks...

The title of this post is a James Taylor song. I've been hiking in the mountains of Colorado...hiking breeds singing. I love it. It is so nice having one job all day long...to walk. Well, two jobs...the second is to eat--what could be better!? The last month has taken me on a lot of adventures--which is why I haven't posted in so long. Three of the last four weeks I have been away from Charlotte doing my full-time job: hanging out with some of the most wonderful teenagers. We were in Nashville, TN at a camp, then we relocated to the mountains of South Carolina for another version of camp--the outdoorsy, bug bitten, eat with your face and not a fork, kind of camp. Then a week in Charlotte, then a mission trip to Denver. I wish I could say that I had volumes of photographs from all these events...but the truth is I have only a humble display from last week. I think there is a little photograph phenomenon that has plagued me...I love capturing images of other people's lives--their events and the joy shared between THEIR family and friends; but when I am actually LIVING the events I am afraid to even bring my camera. I know I will get obsessed with taking pictures and I can't take the pressure...so in my own life I am dedicated to living the picture-worthy events all the way, and leaving the picture taking to everyone else. That is my excuse for not having pictures from the first two weeks of adventures. The beauty of our hike last week and the beauty of the people i was surrounded by forced me to pull out a camera...although the images don't do it justice.

All of these images came from a FujiFilm point and shoot camera...so never underestimate the power of a pocket digi. We were on a mission trip working with some of the most real, dedicated, loving people on earth. They are called Dry Bones. Check out the site to see what they are about...it will blow your mind. Their job is to love the homeless teens that live on the streets of Denver. They took us for a walk through the woods...and to the top of a 13,800 ft mountain to show us the wonder of God...but the best part came next...they introduced us to their friends that live on the streets. We had the opportunity to see what Dry Bones does all year...and to get messy doing ministry. It was such a raw, refreshing experience.

I just noticed I posted one picture twice...at least it's a nice one. The teenagers I took with me to experience Denver BLEW me away...they were so full of compassion and love and so void of judgement and negativity. I wish all of you could know them. The teenagers that we met that live on the streets (for now) were equally as accepting...they let us into their world. They were fun, hopeful, and full of life. But some of them did seem desperate as if they were walking through dark times and some did seem disheartened and unsure of their future. It broke my heart...and I'm not sure that it will ever stop breaking my heart...but I find hope in this...and I hope the desperate, the weak, and the weary do as well:

I almost walked right past the sign...one of our teens pointed it out. I didn't really think it was so special that someone made it so "one day" just sort of funny. The more I have thought about the broken world we live in...the more I have enjoyed the picture. This is a psalm from the message bible, "But, God, you know all about it—the contempt, the abuse. I dare to believe that the luckless will get lucky one day in you. You won't let them down: orphans won't be orphans forever...they will get parents, the homeless will get homes." I have read somewhere in the bible that God is the defender of the weak...how like our God to defend the defenseless...

For when we are weak we are strong...