My name is Tim. I am a Vocational Deacon at St. James Episcopal Church in Hendersonville, North Carolina. Over the last four years this blog has been a reflection of my journey. It is currently a collection of my sermons preached at my beloved parish of St. James, Hendersonville and in the chapel of the homeless shelter where I have worked for the last ten years. It is there that I have the privilege of catching glimpses of Jesus in the strangest places and faces. He really never seems to care about how much I know about the Bible or my religious pedigree. He only wants to know the same thing that everyone who comes to the shelter asks: "Do you have any room?" It's all he really ever asks of any of us. He's also always on the move. The issue is never about where we have been, but where we are willing to go when he says, "Follow me".
"Foxes have holes and the birds of the air have nests; but the Son of Man has nowhere to lay his head." Matthew 8:20
Every morning for over a decade I have kissed the wife and kids goodbye and headed out to the office. My office happens to be under a bridge over some old railroad tracks. No...I am not a troll. I oversee the daily operations of a homeless shelter where Jesus keeps showing up among the "least of these." I have found that Jesus has always been spotted in the very last place you would expect to see him. He's kind of funny that way...