I should confess right off the bat that it was something of a vision. For months now, maybe a few years, I’ve been drawn to this bridge downtown. You know, the Washington-Jefferson bridge?

Well… drawn is a euphemism. I’ve felt called. I’m embarrassed to say so, but there it is.

I’d ask God, “What do you want from me?” and the answer would come like this: “Go.” One word, along with an image. It actually took a while for the image to come into focus. For a long time it was “Go” all by itself. Very confusing…

And then, a few weeks ago, I was walking across the park there with my husband, right under that same bridge, and I had—oh, this makes “called” seem almost sane—a vision. I don’t know what else to call it. A vision.

There was a table, full of food, and a banner hanging from it said “NO PREACHING,” and below that “Just food.”

I have been trying to restrain myself and let things flow as they will flow. But I admit I did come home and buy NoPreaching.org and NoPreaching.com (a coup, if I do say so myself).

This last week, the flow is starting to look something like this: I want to have a bake sale. I don’t want to sell things, but I want to bring yummy food, and give it away to people. (Well, share it with people. I’m going to eat some too!)

Well, I’m not sure “want” is the right word. But apparently I need to? I need to stand under a bridge in the cold damp, blowing on my fingers to thaw them, and looking like an idiot because nobody wants my cookies.

Doesn’t that sound like fun? Wanna come with me?