Letter 4345

My neighbors and me. Dwellings crowded by a crossroads. We are together on this earth, for this time.
Yet we were not born together, nor will we die together. Our paths intertwine, but in the end the ways are separate.
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How can I then know these strangers by whom I live?
I see them along the path at dusk. I know the sound of their boots.
They carry burdens and fears I cannot see. Some whisper prayers behind closed doors. Some do not.
Let me live together with these familiar strangers.
Consider:
Can I love even those I do not fully know?
Reading:
❖ “The place God calls you to is the place where your deep gladness and the world’s deep hunger meet.” — Frederick Buechner
❖ “Community is not about perfection; it is about belonging.” — Parker J. Palmer
❖“Beloved, let us love one another: for love is of God.” — 1 John 4:7 (KJV)
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~B.R.



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