The night I met an interesting & special man named James.,,

A few months ago, I had a run-in with a man named James that I have wanted to talk about since the moment it happened. Every time I tried to write about it, though, I faced a very real "writer's block". Part of me thought it'd be taken as "bragging" if I shared the story. But I truly believe there's more to the story than that, and I hope and pray you'll find that's true as you read about it...New on the blog:

Back in April, I was out at a Starbucks near our house for an evening of reading for my diaconate program’s Philosophy course. I had about a week to read roughly 200 pages of St. Thomas Aquinas (and that’s not an easy read!)As the Starbucks was getting closer to closing, I was reading a section on Aquinas’s explanation of the problem of evil when I noticed a younger man, probably mid-20’s, anxiously interacting with the staff. He kept asking to use the phone, was calling various people, trying to figure out where he was, how to get somewhere. He eventually asked one of the women working a the Starbucks if she would give him a ride to the Greyhound station in St. Louis when she got off of work.It got to a point where my gut, and/or the Holy Spirit, kept tugging at me, telling me that I should introduce myself to him and ask if he needed help. So I packed up my books and notes, walked over, offered my hand, introduced myself, and asked if he needed anything.That’s when I meet James.... READ MORE