In church one day, I found myself dreaming, looking through the window at a field of cheat grass and Hawthorne trees. A fence separated the field from church property.
On one side (our side): a clean, strong-standing building, asphalt lot, cement curbing, sculpted shrubs, flowering trees. It's our idea of cleanliness, right-living.
On the other side lies 10 acres of "open country" in the middle of the city: a Catalpa, wild apple, stand of Hawthornes. Birds hide their nests beneath the blackberry brambles along the banks of the canal. Blades of grass wave in the late summer breeze.
There's something else across the fence: children.
We talk so much about being a light in our communities, making a difference. But I fear we've missed the point.
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