"The Word became flesh and blood, and moved into the neighborhood." John 1:14 (MSG)
Yes, even the forgotten neighborhoods. The ones riddled with prostitution, drugs, neglected and angry children - but at the same time filled with caring grandmothers, people trying to make an honest wage, friends hanging out in front yards. The Word has moved into my neighborhood, and while many people may not be aware yet, I see Him everyday. I think we're called to see God in the small things - in B, who relentlessly quotes scripture, and talks about how he could be and do a lot of things one day, if he could just quit the booz - in J, who admits to lying to get what he wants, and is tired of the street, but just can't quit - in L, an angry and confused little girl who wants to fit in to the culture forced on her by her peers, but struggles with knowing that God has called her to be so much more.
They are worthy, loved, precious, important, fearfully and wonderfully made.
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