I'd put out a request on Facebook about mid-day, hoping that someone would let me take their picture for this project. As has become the expected response, my only hits were from friends that lived out of town. Because of a church event this evening, I wanted to have my photo taken and my post written out, so that I could attend church and not have to come back afterward, edit the photo and then type the post out. The whole process takes me an hour + each day and on a church night, I'm lucky to get everything finished before the midnight hour.
Without any takers for my FB request, I headed to church around 5:30, knowing that at least, I'd be able to find someone there. If you haven't figured it out by now, more often than not, the person in the photo isn't the subject matter for what's been written. I'm using a photo to largely tell a story that is being written anew each day. After dropping my camera bag off, in the media office at church, I immediately set out to find a subject. This was the first and only person I asked, and within a few minutes, the two of us headed towards a park across the street. I knew what I wanted to shoot, having the visual idea pop into my head earlier in the day. I needed a chain linked fence and the closest one was adjacent to our parking lot.
In a span of 5 minutes, I took 30 photos, but not before I realized why no one local responded earlier on FB. As we shot, a guy approached us, making immediate small talk. A few seconds later, he asked if we were going to church tonight. His inquiry caused me to ask the same of him, to which he responded "I would like to". This month, on Thursday evenings, to celebrate the 10 year anniversary of our lead Pastors, there are guest speakers coming in from all over the country. You don't bring people in without selling tickets in advance, so understandably, this event cost money. $20 bucks, but enough that it was going to inhibit our new acquaintance from going.
I don't believe that church is simply a place for people to go, feel good, sing some songs, drink stale coffee, and leave. I believe that it is a place where blood transfusions are happening. I see metaphorical open-heart surgery taking place on people that are located all around that auditorium, every single service. This isn't church, it's a hospital for souls. If this guy was wanting to get into the emergency room, our job was to help him in. I might not be a doctor, but I can surely help drive the ambulance. #UntilWeMeetAgainProject Day 47.