Oh God is so good.
What a privilege.
Savoring the fresh memories of discovering Brooklyn, her beauty, her people and especially thanking her for lending us her lovely white subway tile walls for ministry.
Words across, words down.
Clues calling out to the weary and the lonely.
A crossword puzzle taped to a wall crosses cultures and languages and invites.
Come solve me. Come gather around the word. The words bridge between the north and the south.
The words carry love.
The clues intrigue and offer a word of Hope, of community, of Love and of Grace.
Eyes of the lonely stare empty curious. Eyes of the skeptic glance at the grace.
Eyes of the mind and heart pause then enter in the game, the fellowship, the team work, before the train comes.
And after the train comes.
A subway,our Creative God, and two screaming yellow buses.
And the story continues, as we roll out of Brooklyn.
Amazed by Grace.
Three in one and one in three–Fourteen Down. And the answer was and always is, the Trinity.
We have felt the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit deep in the bowels of Brooklyn.