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Shepherd Book was, by nature, a doer. Oh, he liked a find conversation, no doubt. A good discussion of philosophies and thought was always a fun exercise in stretching his mind, and that was something he felt folks should always strive for. Balance between keeping the mind sharp and the body toned, that was important. After all, it was written that the body was a temple. But when it came down to it, he wasn’t one for sitting still.
There was a goodly amount of traffic in his church, the church he inherited when he arrived in this place, and that was all well and good. But he still had a fair amount of time on his hands. Time that could be spent doing more than just keeping the grounds and the buildings clean and tended. He’d been thinking on it some, and while cleaning the parsonage, he came to the conclusion that the house was really too big for just one person.
He should share it.
Question was, how did a body go about sharing a space with those most in need? There was always, he supposed, an advertisement of some sort. Book wasn’t sure that would reach the sorts of folks he wanted to reach though. He wasn’t looking for a roommate or two. There were other options for people who could pay their own way. He was looking for those that truly needed a place to stay and didn’t have any of those other options.
He also had to consider that he was living in a populated place now. A city. Might be needing things like permits, or at least need to fill out some paperwork, if he was going to be starting something like a homeless shelter. Or an orphanage.
An orphanage. If the City provided for folks, like it had for him, with the basic necessities then there weren’t likely many that were actually homeless. But children… if the City pulled children here, did it bring their parents with them? And what about those that might’ve lost their folks since arriving. An orphanage might do more good. And if he was to take in a stray adult or two, well, that wouldn’t be a bad thing either.
With that idea firmly in his mind, Shepherd Book set out to find something like a town hall or a courthouse. The place had to have one, didn’t it? Of course it did. He’d already seen the jail during that snow storm. So it stood to reason that there had to be a courthouse. Humming to himself, his mind whirling with plans, Book made his way down the street.