A Great Loss.

A few days ago, I read about a murder in Durango in the paper. As it turns out, it was my friend, Doug. Doug was a homeless man who has been living in a tent up Horse Gulch for about 11 years. I met him at Manna Soup Kitchen when we moved here. We played a lot of cards and talked a bunch. I last saw Doug walking downtown a week or so ago. I can't get my mind around the fact that I didn't stop to talk to him and now he's gone. I wish I could go back and spend a few minutes with my friend.

For those of you who are praying for us here, I would ask you to pray for Doug's family in Texas and for me as I grapple with the tragedy of his passing.