I don’t often use this space to make a plea for help, but here I am, about to do just that. Over the holidays I received a letter from a person living in Parkdale, someone I don’t know. I’m not going to say a whole lot, except that this person is feeling very angry: angry about a park in the neighbourhood not feeling safe because of people choosing to drink and smoke-up and pass out in it. Let’s just say that the anger got directed at me and PNC.

And so I did what felt natural to me. I called this person. Oh my.

Today we are meeting face-to-face. I need all the prayer I can get. I’ve been doing a lot better with the anxiety that can reside in my stomach, though last night and today it has done a mighty fine job of weaseling its way back in.

Pray that I might listen well…

be full of grace…

vulnerable and honest and loving…

and fair, to the neighbourhood and to PNC.

ImageSome of you will rebuild the deserted ruins of your cities. Then you will be known as a rebuilder of walls and a restorer of homes- Isaiah 58:12