Down on south 9th St. today we found this. Someone has taken it upon themselves to decorate this stretch of fence with hundreds of old cigarette boxes. It must be a collaborative effort that somebody started and the neighborhood is keeping going. I don't know why but this gave me some feeling of hope for South 9th St.
I've written about 9th St. before and this is something I have not seen down there. It's just not a place to participate in a whimsical, colorful thing. I've been surprised before, like when a guy (now a close friend) played bagel toss with us and when I saw a woman run a hug our friend playing Santa around Christmastime. But these are few and far between. My heart lifted today when I saw these boxes. On one hand it's litter, but on the other, it reveals that there is something there still in the heart of the most desperate people that wants to play, laugh and appreciate.
I guess it's another lesson in hanging out long enough and looking through the right lens.
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I think it's also a symptom, symbol, or sign of the progress of the Gospel of Jesus Christ in a traditional stronghold of death and darkness.
Thank you, Chris, Aaron, Jimmy, and crew for answering Jesus' call and following him to 9th street.
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