As I start to think about moving, one of the things that happens is that I run into things long packed away, like journals of notes to myself. As I rearranged some things in my foot locker this morning, I turned to random page in one volume and found this amusing and biting little reflection:
March 10 
Spring break. At the soup kitchen this morning. Hot dog and chili day. Everyone was getting mad because:
1. They only got one hot dog
2. There was no mustard
Guests were mad, staff were annoyed with the guests, etc., etc. A mess of a day.
Reflection: Am I not exactly the same way with grace?