Waking up on the range there are so many sounds and signs that seasons are changing. There are few places that people live in that don't have a distinct rhythm yet in some ways many of our devices blunt the effect of subtle changes or even large structural road blocks that suddenly crept up on our daily routines that we wonder how we missed them. Have you ever taken inventory of people on the bus, or train and even on the block where you live? That friendly man with the cane and the brief case who use to get off at the Bowling Green stop every morning, the woman who sat near the door so she could run up the flight of stairs in Times Square; or what ever happened to the guy who always gave that old lady with the shopping cart a seat? On the Front Range this morning, you may wonder when did that development get developed? Why is the flag at half staff? What ever happened to the church that was at the corner of Sherman and eleventh? And then, "Why haven't I seen the sunrise reflect on the hill that way before?" If media is designed to keep us connected, why do we feel so disconnected?
What we invest in seems to tell our story. This is partially a financial thing but mainly it is about time, and timelines. When morning comes and a community wakes up are we truly awakened? Or are we connected to devices that take away our sense, like nicotine makes the tailor lose the sense in his fingers. Like sandpaper eroding our shoreline, it just is little by little and before you know it, something is missing. Entire communities change in New York, and as you come home again, good neighborhoods become crime infested; and what once was Times Square becomes a neighborhood that at any given hour of the day has 33,000 people gathered from thousands of places around the world.
Study, relationships and outreach
Did you ever figure out when people stopped reading and studying the Bible? Have you ever wondered what happened to that group of men that use to drink coffee and discuss their life issues, their work and their families? We have traded away regional impact for consistency, Family business for franchises; congregations for audiences; and back yard conversations and front porch picking to dog doors for barking canines, and neighbors who are working in the confines of home. Our connections are broken. Our priorities are displaced. Our worship is between two ear buds. Our community is found at homeowners association meetings where they collect complaints; and dues.
Bean town and all around
The fires on the Front Range gave people pause to pray, and to get to know the neighbors we barely waved to. 9-11 gave us pause to pray for people we didn't even know but we identified with their loss. Boston this month was a place where so many of us wanted to bring healing. In the heart of a New York Skyline there is a tower that rises up where a hole in that heart once was, "It's called the Freedom Tower." The man on the train who is fixed to his I-phone looked up from his computer game, "How did I miss that going up?'
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