Sitting in a steepled building with stained glass remembrances of Jesus» life while munching a bit of bread and sipping a bit of
juice somehow does not
help us
catch a glimpse of Jesus nearly so easily as munching some potato chips and sipping from a bottle of water alongside a group of people who live in the streets, as the coastal breezes waft the ever - present stench of urine from the nearby walls and bushes over our little group.