Should I even try to explain this?
I am not a believer in or a proponent of astrology but it has been of some concern to me that Jerry and I were born on the same day. I’m sure there would be exceptions to this but we are both extroverts and admittedly love talking, complaining, attention, affirmation and as you might notice, food – we both really like (adore) food. Then too, I like it because Jerry never “shush’s” me like many other people do. “Oh, Tony… shhhhhhhhh'” they’ll say. I don’t like being “shushed.” All of this combines to bring us together on any visit I make to the Bloomington. Minnesota area.
I first met Jerry almost ten years ago in a photocopy shop when he was making photocopies of Second World War documents and I maps of Slovenia. As a second generation Yogo-Slovenian-Croat-Austrian, Jerry looked over my shoulder and inquired about my interest in the Balkans and that region of the world.
Through this first introduction we took up meeting for coffee in a local shop and over time Jerry listened to the gospel, committed his life to Christ, and within three years sold his house and belongings, moved with his three children (now grown) to Vancouver, British Columbia and took up studies at Regent College where he managed to graduate with a Master’s Degree. He is now on track to be ordained with The Evangelical Covenant Church of America and has a four hundred fifty page book on the monastic movement being read for publication (sorry, I can’t tell you with whom but it is a well-known publisher). He has done all of this while being relatively penniless.
As we sat around the table at Buca’s Italian Restaurant in Eden Prairie, it finally occurred to us that neither of us have had any visible means of support for more than fifteen years and we have not starved to death in some dark, deserted corner of the universe. God has been our constant supply and though scary at times we have much to be thankful for and none of this has anything to do with stupid green glasses that light up and blink, shamrocks, the luck of the Irish or St. Patty’s Day.