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A boy in our neigborhood was killed last night.  when police stopped a car he was riding in, he fled.  police chased him.  there was an altercation.  then the gun shot.  we don’t know details.  all we know is that a young man in our community lost his life today.

Tonight neighbors gather in the back alley, where julius died. we are circled around a small memorial for julius.  A few stuffed bears and a couple dozen flickering candles lie in the place where julius fell. Above, on the fence hangs some flimsy posterboard with penned phrases like, “He’s in a better place” and “RIP julius.” We stand tightly, shoulder to shoulder, holding candles that drip hot wax on our hands.  Pastors from our neighborhood churches cry out in loud, inspired voices, “We serve a god who does not make mistakes.” But this, I wonder?  Even this?  For what purpose is this?

We wonder and we hold tighter to the candles, putting our hope in each small flame, sheltering them from the soft summer nite breeze.  We wonder and we raise the candles together, believing that this life will not be forgotten.  We will not forget.  We wonder and we grasp onto each others’ hands, with a strong sense of connection and purpose:  that only when we truly love each other will we be the community of SHALOM we long for.

We wonder.  And in the loose warmth between our clasped palms, we feel the Spirit nudging us to believe.

Julius

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Tree

It’s been one month – or so, I’m very bad with time – since I moved into my apartment, which is a nice milestone to reflect on the beginning of this endeavor and all that I’ve accomplished.    I’ve filled out an insurance form incorrectly, botched getting my address switched with the post office, registered my car twice, been locked out for a day, started a small fire at work, and made 37 and a half charting errors.  Funny how those half errors result in whole lawsuits…

Shoes

I’ve talked with a couple of the people responsible for my being here – or maybe I pretended to interview their kid; I have a bad memory.  Of course, I cannot take responsibility for my own being here because, in general, I am where I am because I don’t know where else to be.

Window

So, in going forward, I hope to gather this neighborhood’s stories – which incidently takes time, hence a review post a mere month into the blog.  I want these stories, not because they are extraordinary, but because they are invaluable.  Telling our stories and listening to our stories is what keeps us human.

Barely There

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