Before the kids are ten feet away, I notice one little boy’s face is glistening, as if it’s soaking wet. At five feet away, I begin to smell the sharp scent of paint thinner and can see that his eyes are glossed over.
This place is amazing. Even in unrest, even in a national state of emergency, even in poverty, even in addiction, and even in brokenness…the best work I can come up with is amazing. But that’s all of us, right? Completely broken, but amazing in the eyes of the Father?
