Festival Worship - Fourth Sunday after Pentecost
Transcript
He had been this way for a long time, they said. His hair hung ragged around his shoulders, and his face was streaked with dirt. If he looked straight at you, which he didn’t usually do, his eyes were vacant and blank, and you couldn’t be entirely sure what it was that he was seeing. He ate things that people just shouldn’t eat. He drank things that people just shouldn’t drink. He slept outside in places where people just shouldn’t sleep.