I have many homeless friends one of which is named Chicago, who actually started following myself around somewhat. He knows a little about Jesus and kind of looks like him I would suppose. But the reason this man wears shoes to big for his feet, a shoelace for a belt for his oversized pants, his teeth falling out of his head and has skin like shoeleather is as he stated ‘It’s a shame they killed Jesus, then the world wouldn’t be the way it is now.’ To some extent he is walking around in the baptism of John the baptist and not that of the Holy Spirit, so to speak. He is probably close to his 60s and has spent countless nights in places most of us wouldn’t wish to look at nor smell, in weather conditions we would consider people crazy for being in, in which through our discourse I wouldn’t consider him crazy. All because he feels the only chance we had, came and went over 2000 years ago. Chicago wants no part in Ceasers game, but does not understand what Jesus was doing on that cross and so makes himself as an social outcast, as according to most would consider. I have asked myself however many times throughout my life are those as Chicago is, missing the mark or are we. Social equality will not ever come from us and our attempts to issue forth or fulfill the roles we percieve to be ours or others, but from knowing who we are in Christ Jesus and what he alone has done for us. In all things be blessed.