|I bet you can't buy bear spray at your local grocery store.|
|The current shoe pile beside my front door is a good sign.|
|The ice covered windows by my head when I woke up a few days ago were a bad sign.|
|Gardiner, tucked in the shadow of the mountains this morning after seminary.|
Behind the sign was the room where normally people wait while doing laundry. But now, it is filled with donated coats for anyone to take who is in need. No one was there to police the pile, decide who got the coats, or to even know who took them. I was touched by the generosity of those in town who so freely gave to others without asking for recognition or gratitude.
Tonight I attended the Christmas potluck for a local grassroots organization. I was impressed by those who spoke of loving this place. I was impressed by these good people, from all walks of life, freely give of their time, energy, and even money to work to keep their town clean and safe for people and wildlife. No one asked for applause, they just encouraged each of us to be a part of caring for our community. Sometimes I listen to politics and I get discouraged, but that's not true of today. I'm encouraged by the good, honest, hard working people of my community who quietly go about taking care of themselves, their neighbors, and the surrounding landscape. I feel lucky to be a part of the community.