I admit I am a little fascinated by glurges, mostly because we humans often do not live up to them. (And that some of them attend Georgetown.)
We tell stories about pastors disguised as homeless dudes or nerdy kids who become shining orators. But in real life we scuttle the other way at most signs of social disorder.
We long for a good glurge.
The Good News is that Jesus is one. He really does befriend the weak, disguise himself as a homeless man, and save the losers.
Losers like me.
Then in a stroke of sheer genius he teaches us to be like him.
The real love stories are so often the quiet, painful ones that escape our attention.