As I write this, I'm sitting in the McDonalds near the Martin Luther King Jr. DART Train stop in Dallas, Texas. They do have Wi-Fi, and when one is actually in the store, it seems to work fairly well. But I look forward with trepidation to the prospect of going outside and walking over to that station to catch the bus back to the Dallas International Street Church. It is raining ferociously outside, and I have no umbrella or rain jacket. Plus, the church floor (on which I have been sleeping recently) tends to get really cold anyway. I am almost completely out of money, and it seems likely that I'm really going to have to beg and plead, just to fill my stomach until I get my next payment from IDES (Illinois Department of Employment Security).
I guess some would call me a coward, because such things tend to frighten me. I want to live a comfortable life, with a minimum of insecurity. That has not been the case for quite some time; if anything, things seem to be getting even worse.
I wanted to be a man of faith. In theory, I admired such men. But the reality is turning out to be something I never anticipated when I was a younger Christian. It's been said that life is full of tests to one's faith, and that's an understatement.
Of course, it could be worse. At least no one is firing bullets at me. That's something to remember on Thanksgiving, I guess.
Well, my battery is getting down to 18% remaining, which means I don't have much more time online. Time to turn off the computer and see if I can get a trash bag with which to cover the computer in an effort to protect it from rain damage, before walking over to the bus station. At least I still have a little bit of money on my DART bus pass.
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