Andrei had had a slew of rather successful missions as of late --and the film festival was just the latest one. He had climbed higher and higher on the ladder of leadership within the New Crusaders, and he well-knew that it was because of both his creativity and the way he wielded his golden voice. He was enigmatic, passionate, and infused with a sort of kind openness that most people found not only appealing, but almost irresistible. That was why the ventures typically worked. SOMEHOW he made everyone like him.. and they often visited the church just to see more of him (which was fine in his mind as long as they stayed for the right reasons).
He shook his head and took a rather large bite of the ham and swiss sandwich he'd procured. He was dressed handsomely, but not in designer threads, and his long, honeyed locks were pulled back away from his face. "No need for apologies, and certainly no need to promise me more voice. I do this for Him, not for any selfish desires." And that was very true. Once reborn, Andrei had become a ridiculously selfLESS creature. His life was devoted to the One True God. He did whatever He willed, regardless of whether he agreed with it or liked it.
A bit of mustard gathered at the corner of his mouth, and he deftly wiped it off with his thumb and then suckled it away before he responded. "I recently took a morning stroll through one of the local parks and happened across a homeless man who I swore I had seen before. He seemed quite familiar to me, but I couldn't place him. In any case, it ignited a fire within me. I wonder if we might set something up at the park, or perhaps the local shelters. Even fliers to distribute or a weekly meal provided. I'd be happy to organize such. I know we head many of the soup kitchens, but I feel there must be more we can do."