wed night pt2...

After dropping ami off @ Flinders St Station, I wandered down to Rosies (the St Vinny's van, that stops a little further down Flinders St) to hang out with some of my street friends, also bumping into the other resies :P

We all just hung out there till late, hung around talking - debating the use of mobile phones with eco, or what ned had learnt about hell that night @ a church service he went to before hand - it was really good, the weather was good for it (not too hot or cold), the environment offered no props for pretension (I mean, it's the steps of the station :P) and there were quality people.

The thought that struck me then though, developed as I saw the Saint Vinny's van pull away... that as a person that was still there with the street, even though these great hearted people (the Saint V's volunteers) came down to share a coffee with everyone there, they were still them, and there is still a time where they pack up and leave, and return to their own world.

As much as Urban Seed is probably more emersed in street culture, than other service providers, where we intentionally go into places and join community, it struck me that we are still the same - @ the end of the night, we return to our own worlds, we leave our street friends behind.

Maybe Jesus did the same, empowering those on Earth and then returning to heaven, or maintaining a divinity and humanity @ the same time, but both quite distinct (?)...

Balancing, struggling with our faith questions... Brent (my urban seed mentor) tells me it's a good thing, it keeps us from being apathetic, complacent... but it sure does make you frown a lot (i.e. in thought) :P