I wrote a post this afternoon and have deleted it already. If the two of you who read this blog haven't already noticed, I tend to be a wee bit on the sarcastic side. I had given a little Southern Living critique on the Christmas decorations going up in the hood.
It was funny. Well, it was funny to me at the expense of some neighbors that I know don't read my blog. It didn't matter, it was snotty and ugly. Funny, but snotty. Sometimes, I forget that this is a hood of a different sort. It's not one that I'm just driving through on my way back to Comfort, USA.
It's rough around the edges and in between. The kids are facing trials and troubles that I can't imagine as I try to figure out how to encourage mine to love, engage, and befriend without seeing and hearing too much. Their parents are surviving, usually separately, and facing the daunting challenge of making Christmas "happen" when the resources are so limited.
This isn't just any old neighborhood that I can attack with my sarcastic wit for my own pleasure at their expense. It's our home. It's where the Lord has chosen to plant us and to hopefully use us to build up this community, not tear it down.
Our goal, as believers, is to shine the light of Christ so brightly as to illuminate even the darkest recesses. Thankfully, we'll have a LOT of help this year from some of the Christmas lights. Sorry, I can't stop myself. Low hanging fruit.
Please pray for all of our kids and their families in West Dallas to see the Great Hope of the Incarnation this Christmas season.