"Answers have too many anchors.
Let's grow up to be chain-cutters.
Let's keep telling each other stories
'til we know what's true.

This is true.
I was fourteen-years-old
at the Baptist church in Calais, Maine
serving Thanksgiving dinner
to people who had no homes.

A man came in so hungry
he started drinking the coffee creamers.
When he'd drank about a dozen
the preacher's wife ran up and
scolded him for his "terrible manners."

I served the man dinner,
wished him a peaceful holiday,
and left the church.

But I talked to Jesus, Kelsey,
the whole way home."

From "A Letter to Kelsey, Who Loves Jesus" by Andrea Gibson