I’ve been managing to complete a poem a day, more or less, during the month of April. Some have been good poems, others, not so much. Some, I’ve written, edited and posted in one day. Others I wrote one day and have edited and posted them later.

There are still blog posts from Podcamp Western Mass at the beginning of the month that I’d like to get written, and now I’ve started the latest Harvard edX course on Poetry in America. This past weekend, I drove down to Virginia for the #MissionalVoices conference. There is so much that I need to write about this. Some may end up as blog posts. Other parts may end up as personal journal entries or messages to people journeying alongside me.

Quick thoughts: #MissionalVoices was another life changing event in my journey. The path becomes clearer, but there is still so much I need to discover.

I work at a health center that focuses on the underserved. Underserved in health care seems easier to get your head around. Victims of health disparities because of race, ethnicity, gender, orientation, economics, etc.

Yet what does it mean to be spiritually underserved? Is it something like being unaware of God’s overwhelming and incomprehensible love for each of us? Perhaps many of us are spiritually underserved, including people who go to Church each Sunday.

What does it mean to be a mission church as opposed to being a financially supported church?

On coming back from #MissionalVoices I went to a bi-lingual church service this morning, follow by a visit with some longtime friends and then time visiting with my family and in-laws.

Tomorrow, I go to the endodontist and then try to get back to a work.