I woke up from Watershed Heights in room 321 and decided to take a walk to work to think about what my next message will be for Sunday. It was about 5:30 a.m. all the other residents were sound a sleep. I walked down the street toward the playground and noticed a man that was nude and seemed a bit strange. I looked at him with a look of disgust and then I realized I was being just as judgmental as the hypocrites that sit in the pews shouting and hollering at me as if I'm their God. I walked over to the young man and asked his name and he said Leeroy Jenkins. I thought, "You don't hear to many names like that any more." As he sat there looking like a pitiful sad puppy I could tell this guy had been through many trials and tribulations. I believe in being a saint but he couldn't be up to good standing out side with his fiddle hanging out at 5:30 in the morning when the suns down. I politely walked away and told him to take care of himself and left. As I continued to make my way down Purp St. I couldn't stop thinking about the strange character I had just seen.

Father Dan

It was a dark and rainy Sunday morning. I stand at the pulpit reciting my favorite scripture. " Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always preserves. Love never fails." As I stood in front of the congregation behind my tall wooden pulpit, I recited words from 1 Chorinthians 13: 4-13. Today's message was, "What is the true meaning of love?" One word that defines the whole christian faith. . My name is Rev. Dan Hackett and I wake up everyday fold my collar and place my bible in my right hand and endure the seconds of preaching to a group of christians that call themselves children of God but basque in the glory of false christian ship. I walk past and hear the many conversations of pro-war, and the support of an anti-gay protests. I preach because I desire to share the word and help others live the life of a true christian but yet we can not seem to leave all judgements behind. I sweat everyday in church every sunday hoping that my congregation will not find out my secrets. my thoughtful sins as i stand there. I yearn for a person's love but I want to love in the unchristian way not what my father god expects me to love, a woman.