Tattoo thoughts

I used to think I wanted a tattoo. I like the looks of them... on other people. Anymore though, it's something I can live without. Even though they CAN be altered and/or removed, there's a permanence I'm afraid would outlast my inclinations at any given moment (in other words, I don't trust myself).

However, I have been reading Gregory Boyle's 'Tattoos on the Heart: The Power of Boundless Compassion.' Boyle runs/ran(?) Homeboy Industries in the center of the most gang-populated area of the gang capital of the world in Los Angeles. He shares stories from living and working in the ghetto with some of the people often perceived as the most vile and troubled among us, and the hope that can be found even there.

I don't have much in particular to share from the book just yet. Someone gave it to Jane, and I've heard others mention it as well. I was a little disappointed it is so old (2010), but it's been a good read. It is full of tear-jerking stories and I often find my eyes watery while reading my chapter-a-day at the front desk. 

I do have to admit there are times it makes me want to do pastoral work again (I believe Boyle is a priest - who cusses a lot!). Although, it dawned on me the other day that... I actually relate more to the gang members. Not that I'm some hardened criminal at all, but the sense of shame and unworthiness... and the desire for someone to give a shit.

Of course I know people do care. At least I think so. But I'm always leery of people getting to know the real me, and then beginning to distance themselves. I seem to be feeling that lately. It's probably just my over-sensitivity. Maybe.

Anyway, it sort of surprised me... that I related more to the people being ministered to than the ones doing the ministering. Hmm. Although, also, maybe there's not much difference...