Down at Colfax and Broadway

So I am leaving class yesterday, walking out to my peice of crap smashed to heck car, feeling a little tired and worn out from class, studying, being super poor, living in a neirborhood where your car gets broken into, and trying to balance all these things with the relationships that matter most in life. The first song to pop onto my Ipod is "Where the Zero Meets the Fifteen" (lyrics below) by Five Iron Frenzy (yes I still listen to them all the time). I have always liked the song, I mean it's about dealing with all the stuff and still wanting to share in and share Christ with others, right at that moment a guy comes up to me and asks if I have a cigerate and I say "No, I don't smoke." (read the lyrics) And as he walks away all I can do is laugh and smile that God is good and at the very least thinks it's funny (funny in a good way like "Caleb your so cute when your tired, I died for your sins) that I would struggle with the amazing stuff He has given me and put in my life. Anyway I have never connected with this song so much in my life. Favorite line "How can I ever save the world, on cup-o-soup and student loans?" Good thing it's not up to me all I have to do is trust He will fill me up and when I'm bumped He will spill out. Anyway above is a picture of the intersection the song is about, after my senior year in high school my family took a trip to Colorado and I asked my parents if we could swing by downtown Denver to take a picture of this intersection. And how cool are my parents they actually let me, totally an hour out of the way, it's funny what parents will do for their children... Thank God for His grace, Thank God for parents, Thank God for being busy and having things in my life to care about...
Godspeed,
Caleb M. Saarela

"My car broke down in Arizona,
have to ride the bus again,
at ten-o-clock on Tuesday night,
with thirteen cents and a broken pen.
I put my backpack on the bench,
tell two people I don’t smoke,
see the cop across the street,
he thinks that I am selling dope,
I could have walked another block,
to get away from the scene.
Why does it always come to this,
where zero meets fifteen?

And so I gave my thirteen cents,
to the man who peed his pants.
He passes out and falls on me,
I watch my change fall from his hand.
I see the lady next to me,
holds her baby black blue.
The junkie gutter-punks keeps asking,
where I got my new tattoo.
What does it matter anyway,
thirteen cents or all I own?
How can I ever save the world,
on cup-o-soup and student loans?

I want to try and save the world,
but it never goes that way.
God I don’t know what to do,
down at Colfax and Broadway.

Now the man with no shoes on,
says I don’t know how to play.
He says I fumble all the time.
He thinks that I am John Elway.
I put my face down in my hands,
water wells inside my eyes.
What do I have to give them?
Does it matter if I try?
I can’t stand to see yousuffer,
I try to intellectualize,
a formula to end you pain,
it doesn’t work,
God knows I’ve tried.
Sometimes my cup is overfilled.
Sometimes I’m too afraid that I’m going to spill."
R. Roper