i moved to new york city on august 2nd, 2009. i used to bartend 3-4 nights and nanny four days each week, and this site chronicled those stories. i now bartend 2 nights, teach chess lessons to children most afternoons, and try to be a good neighbor. this site now chronicles my new life and my journey toward full-time mission work. have a drink. kiss a baby. send me financial support? follow the life and times of the bartending nanny. play like a champion today.

 

gus

i’ve been down the last couple of days. the schedule i’ve been working on for the last month kind of fell apart this week, and i haven’t been battling the enemy’s oppression properly. i appreciate your prayers.

then, about a half hour ago, i met gus. gus is a 7-year old blue tick hound who’s lived in manhattan his entire life. as i passed him, i knew he was a hound dog, but i assumed he was like most big city dogs. he was tethered to a post, waiting on his owner to return from some coffee shop or deli, but then something happened that made me stop and look. gus bayed. he bayed like he’d just treed a racoon, and it was beautiful.

by the time i made it over to pet him, his 10-year old owner was by his side, ready to tell me all about him. he was surprised i even knew what a blue tick was, and said “you’re one of probably 50 people in manhattan who have heard of this kind of dog.” we talked for about ten minutes on hunting, fishing and the boy’s new wallet that he had made himself; his own form of baying, i suppose.

there’s nothing too deep here, but maybe gus is like me, like all of us. we live in this world where we don’t belong. we battlle between fitting in and being set apart but really just want a garden to rummage through with our Father.

every once in a while, we’ve just gotta bay to feel free; to BE free.

thanks for reading.

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