The Morning Meeting

Each day we meet at the orange and white striped roof to plan our day and I make notes of any good ideas that could be parlayed into a workable business plan. I turn over a placemat to record any stroke of brilliance we might concoct. Today, I even brought a pen. After some discussion we eliminated the seemingly interesting and lucrative businesses we felt were not acceptable; i.e. liquor stores, bars, and houses of ill repute. They all seemed to have an element of danger...both physical and moral...that we were not prepared to embrace.

Our criterion is that it has to be interesting, it has to be legal, it has to be moral, and it can’t be too much work. Maybe that last item is what always makes the train jump the track.

Each day at the close of our meeting I throw away the blank sheet of paper along with the empty paper cups and soiled paper napkins. We always conclude that God is in charge. He has written his plan on our hearts. We just need to follow his plan.

Lord, help me Jesus,

When on judgment day
What do I say?
For nothing I‘ve done
Deserves even one*

*Of the kindness You’ve shown