The River Church Community

bLoG3: Juice Squeeze Party Ends In Mystery 

Kwok (a.k.a Dave), Angela and I hauled about 50 juice squeezes around the neighborhood.  Well, actually, Angela carried a little display straw basket to show our neighbors what we were offering, Kwok pulled the 50 juice squeezes in a brilliant cooler with wheels (it is like a carry-on for cold stuff!!!), and I glided along unencumbered.  Since we had already met these neighbors, it was fun to see them again and I was surprised that they not only remembered us but welcomed us in more warmly.  JoJo the hair stylist excitedly distributed our little offerings to his clientele, and two people working in the hot sun came back for seconds.  It was awesome.  And even the man mentioned in bLoG2 seemed a bit more welcoming—like a cloud had lifted (answered prayer—SCORE! 1 team church, 0 team devil!)  But I have to say the most memorable interaction of the afternoon took place when our juice squeezes were rejected for not being sugar free.  I would not have even thought twice about it if we were offering them to someone leaving the gym or hippies passing the peace pipe.  But our juice squeezes had been rejected by two men with tattoos from neck to knuckles.  I guess that old adage by Jack Handy is proved true once again: “Maybe in order to understand mankind, we have to look at the word itself: ‘Mankind’. Basically, it's made up of two separate words –‘mank’ and ‘ind’. What do these words mean ? It's a mystery, and that's why so is mankind.”  And so the mystery continues…