Scary blog stats

WordPress provides all sorts of info about blog hits: number of hits per day, per month, per week; referrers; i.e, where hits came from (most of mine come from http://www.graceec.org); and most popular searches. It’s the latter that has me scared. I posted several months ago a photo of a guy with a tattoo of the verse from Leviticus that states If a man lies with a male as with a woman, both of them have committed an abomination; they shall be put to death; their blood is upon them.” I pointed out at the time another verse from Leviticus 19:28: You shall not make any gashes in your flesh for the dead or tattoo any marks upon you: I am the Lord.

But apparently, they haven’t gotten the message: “You shall not … tattoo any marks upon you: I am the Lord.”

In fact, I don’t have any particular problems with tattoos, although I will admit I come from a generation where they were only seen on people of a certain class, and especially men who had served in the military. They were considered tacky. But why conservative Christians would want to tattoo bible verses on themselves, when it is so clearly forbidden by the Bible which they claim to take literally, I simply don’t understand. That’s why I found the original tattoo so absurd.

A chance encounter

I wonder how many times I will post with this title? One thing I love about being at Grace is that I never know what will happen from minute to minute. I spent most of the day reviewing financials, thinking about the budget, and worrying about the roof that leaked Christmas Eve. I had to run out and buy coffee at Barrique’s and on my way across the street I was greeted by a man.

“I’m so glad to see you,” he said. Somewhat nonplussed, I replied appropriately (what did I say, “I’m glad to see you, too,” “hello”? I ‘ve no idea). We chatted for a moment, then he said how much he appreciated the caroling we did in front of the shelter last Sunday. It meant a lot to him, and he apologized for those guests who did not respond in the same way. He was glad for the warm fire and I replied that I was trying to figure out ways of making the line-up more comfortable the shelter guests.

As we talked, he shared a little of his story and assured me that he was trying to put his life back together, and then, what meant most to me, he said, “You’ve got such a great smile. It made my day.”

He made my day.