The Parable of the Party...

Over the years CARTS was like the gospels vividly coming to life before my very eyes. It was if the same spirit that brooded over the beginning of creation, and the beginning of the new creation at the resurrection gently turns the pages of the redemptive life of Jesus. The annual CARTS BBQ's were like that. You imagine the radical scandalous servant running wild into the inner city with the King's invitations. Right by The Empress to the back alleys, gutters, skid row rooming houses, the woods. To every broken place of the neighbourhood he ran, dragging behind him the broken and unloved; the addicts, mentally ill, the poor. Bringing everyone to the parking lot, seeing His table full. The King smiled, happily. ( my paraphrase of the parable of the party, from Luke in the Message )

Our dear friends at Queens Manor have changed each one of us for the better...in each one of you, we have found Jesus in a deeper sense of loving truth.

" I was hungry and you gave me food. What ever you did for the least of these you did to me."