There's a big old house right next door to the Mission. All week I've been watching the inhabitants of one apartment in particular. They spend all day sitting on their back porch, playing cards, talking, just sitting. Every afternoon someone goes to Tim Horton's for coffee. It's been an interesting exercise for me, watching them sit there all day, from the kitchen window, as I prepare their supper. Today one of them asked me for a box of groceries, reminding me that she had two young children. This was accomplished by yelling at me across the parking lot.

Yes, I know it's all about grace for me. I just wonder what it's about for them, that's all.