Heading Back to Shepherd of the Hills

Eating lunch in a soup kitchen is a very humbling experience. We stood in line like any average school lunch, but for those community people that come maybe every day, it's perhaps their only source of a real meal. The thrift store connected to the soup kitchen may be their main resource for clothing-just thinking about this is so strange for an average middle class white college first-year female.

As I type, we are driving the van back through the run-down desolation that is East St. Louis, and I wonder what some people's lives must be like in such a place as this. Then I remember something that Jensen said during the concert this afternoon-Jesus died for all of us, no matter our situations in life-and the faces of the people we played for today, both students and community members, and I know that God worked through us today and gave these people hope through our music.

AMEN, as one of the men in the audience exclaimed.

Off to the church, then Guitar Center for some supplies.

God bless--over + out.

-Laura Mackey