I confess that I do not like to clean. I am not sure that makes me unique in any great way. I suspect an overwhelming number of people share that view. I may be part of the crowd, but I do want it known. I also want it known that I do not expect anyone to clean up after me. I never – well at least very, very rarely – complain when others do not clean. And I have instructed people not to clean up after me.

In a somewhat paradoxical act, I, one of the elite non-cleaners in the world, volunteered to help clean the office at West-Park Presbyterian Church last Saturday. It proved great fun with a wonderful group of co-cleaners.

photo (14) (1024x965)At one point we take a break to view some art that Angelo has donated to the church. Bright, vivid colors. Mexican influence. Indigenous influence. Intriguing mixture of Roman Catholic, indigenous, and abstract imagery. Good stuff.

Tonight at a meeting of the Committee on Witness to Society and the World of the Presbytery of New York City, my friend Bob, pastor at West-Park, tells me that the church has hung one of Angelo’s pieces depicting scenes from the life of Jesus in the sanctuary. I look forward to seeing it.

Bob also tells me that Angelo paints angelitos that he gives to friends and neighbors and even strangers. And then Bob gives me one. A companion, a blessing for the journey for which I am grateful.

See you along the Trail.

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