Jesus lives in my neighbourhood. He takes down notes when I've been good. He circles around my concrete block, and stumbles about, lost in thought. Some say he's just a crack head. "He's a bum and he's homeless. His name is Fred." Yes, but if you add up all you're worth - Who cares? Be kind while you're here on earth. For kindness and love will keep you whole, and generosity will save your soul. There are some things I'd like to fear. And it keeps me humble to think Jesus lives here.