Sunday, July 28, 2013

Luke 11:1–13

I was walking home when Vicki ran up to me. Vicki and I had become acquainted over the last few months because I regularly walked past her hangout in Old Louisville. The intersection was anchored by a Chinese restaurant, a liquor store, a pharmacy and a bus stop and flanked by low-income housing developments. I lived near the downtown church where I served as priest. As one of the few middle-class people who walked through the area, I was often asked for money or bus tickets.

 

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