It's strange. I turn onto Fischer from W Vernor and I feel like I've driven into a different city- a different culture.
This is my neighborhood. East Detroit.
It is where bicycles are ridden, not for recreation but because it's the only vehicle had.
It is where at 5p a gathering happens at the local liquor store. Soft drinks and chips for everyone.
It is a place where a car looks abandoned but then someone gets into it and drives off.
It is a place where a house looks abandoned but then someone hobbles out the front door to sit on the porch.
A place where during my afternoon jogs, I pass by drug houses, burned out houses, children with no father, and prostitutes.
It is a place where at night, the conversations with my roommates are interrupted by one of two things: the sound of loud music from cars passing by or the sound of gunshots in the distance.
It is a place where a red light means, "slow down, if clear then go" and any part of the street is a crosswalk.
While I've grown up on the Northwest side of the city. It is different here. I'm not really sure, yet why God has led me here. And, I don't really know, yet, what sharing my faith looks like here, but I know God is near, and He desires to move. Prayer.
Driving home, listening to UBC Canada:
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good stuff dude... i'm praying that God show you what He's doing in your life by moving you where you are (and consequently not where you'd hoped you'd be)... He is a good God with a better plan than our own!