The church in Ubaúna… what am I going to do with them…

They’re acting like a bunch of vagabonds! Just who do they think they are?

Tell ’em to go out and feed some hungry folks and they go and get the whole community riled up, asking who they are. Tell ’em to arrange a place to tell people about Jesus and they go and secure a facility that will hold 5,000 in a village that has less than 2,000. Tell ’em to let people know that Americans are coming and they get on radio, in newspaper and spread posters over a 50 square mile area. Tell ’em we want to bridge the gap with other churches who want to evangelize the region and they have pastors coming out the wazzo who’re chompin’ at the bits to do so.

vag⋅a⋅bond, –noun:a person, usually without a permanent home, who wanders from place to place; nomad.

Or, as a fellow by the name of Pete said:

Everything in the world is about to be wrapped up, so take nothing for granted. Stay wide-awake in prayer. Most of all, love each other as if your life depended on it. Love makes up for practically anything. Be quick to give a meal to the hungry, a bed to the homeless—cheerfully. Be generous with the different things God gave you, passing them around so all get in on it: if words, let it be God’s words; if help, let it be God’s hearty help. That way, God’s bright presence will be evident in everything through Jesus, and he’ll get all the credit as the One mighty in everything—encores to the end of time. Oh, yes!

Crazy vagabonds! Seems they know who they are…