Kenny

Last Saturday, I went to an artist’s reception for a fine photographer and deacon in the diocese, Lydia Bailey. There were fifty of her photographs of residents of 2100 Lakeside, the men’s homeless shelter where Lydia works. One photograph is of a man named Kenny whom I know well from my Fridays at 2100. A smiling Kenny looks straight at the lens, a lined face, a hard life, a homelessness man. Always, his smile wins me over. There were few people at the reception and I knew all of them except for one, a well-dressed man in a suit and dark shirt, off in the corner, staring at a photograph. I walked over to him and put out my hand to introduce myself. The man turned and smiled. It was Kenny who reached to shake my hand.

Go in peace to love and serve the Lord!
Josh