I work in Washington, D.C. I have heard it said that Washington is a city full of Senior Class Presidents and first-born children. The exaggerated caricature is that it is a place where power is exalted and people are expendable. Contacts are currency and loyalty has a news-cycle shelf-life. The truth is that Washington, D.C. is just another city full of people – people with hopes, dreams, fears, and a deep desire to be known.
When you see a line of people waiting for the church doors to open, that’s a good sign. That’s what I saw recently at a church in southern Guatemala, almost to the El Salvador border, in a little town called Chiquimulilla.
And they weren’t in line just on Sunday for the worship services. They were there Monday through Saturday, too. They were coming for the water.
Last night I had family over and at the end of a long day we collapsed on the couch to watch a movie.
I searched through pay-per-view to find a movie and happened upon a temporary category in their download section called “Faith and Family Films”…The list was long and pretty good.