Greetings Dear Reader,
I will write more about this later, but on Monday I had to
drive into Atlanta. I thought about how
much the skyline has changed since I lived there as a boy. When I was young, I could see the spaceship-like
Polaris Room from my porch. So often I dreamt of it being a real flying
saucer and taking off into space in it.
As I drove through the city of my birth, I was amazed at how
beautiful some parts of it are. There
are still large homes with vast lawns.
Even the smaller homes are farther apart than their likenesses in the
northern Midwest. It also occurred to me
that the beauty of this place is not the blooming Dogwood trees or the ivy growing
up brick walls that have stood for a century or more.
What makes a city beautiful is its people. As long as there is hunger, homelessness,
injustice, and violence, there is a taint on the beauty of any city. Avalon mentioned to me last night that in her
city, the quarantine has allowed the homeless to surface and be seen. All I could think about that is what an opportunity
we have to address this crisis as we begin to rebuild.
I have pondered every day the people who have no shelter in
which they can shelter in place. They
cannot get a mask or count on family to help their needs. If we are going to build it better going
forward, we must recognize that the homeless situation in our world is unacceptable. I must see that the work is never done if
people are hungry and outcast. I have been
there and no matter how much we talk about programs and organizations, it is
our obligation to help. The problem is
ours.
We can build a better city in every city. We can decide with one voice that this shall
no longer stand. We keep blaming the
wealthy for our problems whilst ordering our vente lattés. Perhaps it is time for us to emerge from our
collective social adolescence. Let us
instead follow Christ in his command to love all of our neighbors the way he
does. Let us built is better, Dear
Reader and make it a beautiful city.
Beautiful
City – Godspell
Come sing with sweet rejoicing
Come sing with love
We're not afraid of voicing
All the things we're dreaming of
Oh, high and low,
And everywhere we go
Yes we can, oh yes
we can
We can build a
beautiful city
Call it ours, and
call it the city of man
We don't need alabaster
We don't need chrome
We've got our special plaster
Take my hand (Take my hand)
I'll take you home (I'll take you home!)
We see nations rise in each other's eyes (in each other's
eyes!)
We can build a beautiful city
Yes we can, oh yes we can
We can build a beautiful city
Call it ours, and call it the city of man
Come sing with sweet rejoicing
Come sing with love
We're not afraid of voicing all the things (all the things)
We're dreaming of (we're dreaming of)
Oh, high and low, and everywhere we go (everywhere we go)
We can build a beautiful city
Yes we can, oh yes we can
We can build a beautiful city
Call it ours, and call it the city of man
Wishing you joy in the journey,
Aramis Thorn
Mat 13:52 So Jesus said to them, "That is why every
writer who has become a disciple of Christ’s rule of the universe is like a
homeowner. He liberally hands out new and old things from his great treasure
store.”
(͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
Every human story is part of the great story that leads
to the Father getting everything back to Good.
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