This morning a Life Teen youth minister from Philadelphia came to my apartment to film a video for his teens. After he shot the video, he dug into his back pocket to pull out some money for my time. I couldn’t stand the thought of taking his money, it was just an hour of my time.

(…but, there is that wall on the street. That old beat up mural painted a decade ago. Now it’s battered and vandalized…)

“If you want to make a donation to painting the mural, I would accept that.” So I knew I had to repaint the mural, I had this guy’s money now. lol. Okay, so I’ve passed this wall every day for several months. Beneath the scrawled graffiti and dirt you can read some anti-drug slogans from the kids in the community. But it is almost like they don’t mean it anymore, that the wear and tear has erased those words from the wall and from the minds of the kids.

That was this morning. Now there is this newly white wall–a blank canvas–and I don’t know what I am going to do. What am I doing? lol. I am not from here, I don’t know who owns the wall, I don’t have any more paint, I don’t know what I am going to paint!

Before I go to bed in a couple hours, I will have a design. I will get up tomorrow and sketch it on the wall. We should be well on our way by tomorrow night. Ah man, it is supposed to rain all week. This is an act of faith. This is going to be fun.