tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794109.post113210881250202066..comments2023-10-09T09:01:32.985-05:00Comments on Falling Awake: The Diner ChurchAnnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11863765417484706397noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794109.post-1132199331914963662005-11-16T21:48:00.000-06:002005-11-16T21:48:00.000-06:00And still we have the guts to go around saying the...And still we have the guts to go around saying there's no loving people in the world sometimes.<BR/><BR/>Talk about a "good samaritan" story!<BR/><BR/>BTW. Coffee and Cigarettes. Sounded so good. (I never smoked cigarettes, but it doesn't matter) Sounded great. Loved the whole story.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794109.post-1132184781802740602005-11-16T17:46:00.000-06:002005-11-16T17:46:00.000-06:00The way you guys (people) are going you'll soon be...The way you guys (people) are going you'll soon be like that waitress. It's the same spirit prompting her too as you can no doubt recognise. (It's the fruit that counts, not the theories) You're only one step away from healing and setting people free and then the world will sit up and take notice - including some of your religious collegues too who reckon they have all the answers. <BR/><BR/>Jesus had the same problem. The religious people of the day couldn't understand how such an unholy person as him could heal the sick and do miracles. To them it didn't add up! We are going to run into the same problem soon.<BR/><BR/>FDAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794109.post-1132176885687920422005-11-16T15:34:00.000-06:002005-11-16T15:34:00.000-06:00Karen, I'm going to be thinking about that for awh...Karen, I'm going to be thinking about that for awhile. One day in church our pastor set up a table in the front full of bread, cheese and other snacks, and people milled around right in the middle of the service and just lived together in community sharing a meal. With chairs that face frontwards, we don't always interact like we would at a diner. I'm going to start introducing myself to more people. Oh, wait! I just remembered - this Sunday I'm a greeter for the first time - a member of the Party Crew. Well, hooray! :)Annehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11863765417484706397noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794109.post-1132176701878840112005-11-16T15:31:00.000-06:002005-11-16T15:31:00.000-06:00Tracey,I love that song! I mean, I love those lyri...Tracey,<BR/>I love that song! I mean, I love those lyrics. I've never heard the tune, which was even better. How amazing in the way that reflects my diner-church experience. Thanks so much for posting those!Annehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11863765417484706397noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794109.post-1132176544538356602005-11-16T15:29:00.000-06:002005-11-16T15:29:00.000-06:00David, yes. I want to be more like the waitress to...David, yes. I want to be more like the waitress too. You're right - one step at a time. We're lucky to still here in school!Annehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11863765417484706397noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794109.post-1132175902352977882005-11-16T15:18:00.000-06:002005-11-16T15:18:00.000-06:00Anne, your post reminded me of a song by Carrie Ne...Anne, your post reminded me of a song by Carrie Newcomer:<BR/>1. Miranda works the late night counter<BR/>in a joint called Betty’s Diner<BR/>chrome and checkered tablecloths<BR/>one steamy windowpane<BR/>she got the job that shaky fall<BR/>and after hours she’ll write till dawn<BR/>with a nod and smile she serves them all<BR/><BR/>Chorus<BR/>here we are all in one place <BR/>the wants and wounds of the human race<BR/>despair and hope sit face to face<BR/>when you come in from the cold<BR/>let her fill your cup with something kind<BR/>eggs and toast like bread and wine<BR/>she’s heard it all so she don’t mind<BR/><BR/>2. Arthur lets his Earl Grey steep<BR/>since April it’s been hard to sleep<BR/>you know they tried most everything<BR/>yet it took her in the end<BR/>Kevin tests new saxophones<BR/>but swears he’s leaving quality control<BR/>for the Chicago scene, or New Orleans<BR/>where they still play righteous horns<BR/><BR/>Chorus<BR/><BR/>3. Jack studies here after work<BR/>to get past high school he’s the first<BR/>and his large hands seem just as comfortable <BR/>with a hammer or a pen<BR/>Emma leaned and kissed his cheek<BR/>and when she did his knees got weak<BR/>Miranda smiles at Em and winks<BR/><BR/>Chorus<BR/><BR/>Bridge<BR/>you never know who’ll be your witness<BR/>you never know who grants forgiveness<BR/>look to heaven or sit with us <BR/><BR/>4. Deidra bites her lip and frowns<BR/>she works the Stop and Go downtown<BR/>she’s pretty good at the crossword page<BR/>she paints her eyes blue black<BR/>Tristan comes along sometimes<BR/>small for his age and barely five<BR/>but she loves him like a mamma lion<BR/><BR/>5. Veda used to drink a lot <BR/>almost lost it all before she stopped<BR/>comes in at night with her friend Mike<BR/>who runs the crisis line<BR/>Michael toured Saigon and back<BR/>hair the color of smoke and ash<BR/>their heads are bowed and their hands are clasped<BR/>one more storm has passed <BR/><BR/>ChorusAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794109.post-1132167605385458352005-11-16T13:00:00.000-06:002005-11-16T13:00:00.000-06:00Thanks for sharing that story. I hope to become m...Thanks for sharing that story. I hope to become more like the waitress, too. I get really frustrated with myself about this sometimes. One step at a time, right?kingsjoyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14963675912030520930noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3794109.post-1132150357363698972005-11-16T08:12:00.000-06:002005-11-16T08:12:00.000-06:00I agree Anne. Imagine what an impact we could hav...I agree Anne. Imagine what an impact we could have on people if that was the way we operated! Joy, concern, love, interest, just plain noticing things about people. Wow. We have a lot of work to do to be as welcoming as our favorite local resturant don't we?<BR/>xoxo<BR/>Karengerbmomhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08334242165831708434noreply@blogger.com