As I sit to write my reflections of my time here at the House of Grace community, I find myself asking God if there will ever be a sweeter two years of my life than these.
The neighborhood around the Evangelical Lutheran Church of the Resurrection on the East Side of Buffalo mirrors many inner-city communities that have suffered the effects of middle-class flight to the suburbs, red-lining, and all the other urban ills. In addition, Buffalo has been crippled by a reduction in population from 600,000 in the 1950 census to fewer than 300,000 people today.
Two areas of life that I greatly enjoy are the gritty and the glorious. I love life that is real, without pretense. Emotion when it is raw and unfiltered. I want to hear things the way they are, with all the gory details of life, unedited. I like mountains and city streets, babies crying and human-interest stories. I like solutions to be practical and good for the greatest number of people. At the same time, I love the fact that life, as we see it, is not the end though we have never seen him. We say we are waiting for his Kingdom to come to pass. This is glorious. There is something greater than what we know.