It may not fix all of your problems, but it’s a big step.

On Saturday I went with some friends to an underpass where we served up chili mac and fresh fruit to San Antonio’s homeless.  My friend Daniel plugged in his guitar and we rocked out a bunch of old hymns and praise songs.  The wind was blowing, making a 60 degree morning feel like 40.

The only person to sit by us was a withered Hispanic woman in her 40s or 50s.  She only had about three teeth, but she had a great smile. She sang along, best she knew how, but soon gave that up to sing and dance.  I have no doubt she was praising God.

All the cliches came true.  Watching her dance made the problems of the last few months of my life look so small.  Here I was, “leading worship,” but she was teaching me how to give myself over to God.

I really considered sleeping in yesterday. But it seems the best thing I could do, the only thing that could help with my problems was to get off my butt and serve.