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The Writing on the Wall

 A place or religious community regarded as sacredly devoted to God
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I love wandering around our city; finding the most interesting things in somewhat random places.

A few Saturdays ago we were in search of a particular food cart that specializes in grown-up grilled cheese sammies, cheese plates and well, a lot of things “cheese.”  The cart is located on Northeast Alberta, an area we often frequent.  We dined al fresco on melted goodness – mine was layers of roasted golden beets with habanero cheese – delightful!   Lonny’s choice was pickled egg with dill cheddar – more toasty gooeyness.

Deciding to walk around the neighborhood, we discovered an adjacent vacant lot with graffiti on the wall.  No big deal, right?  After all, we do live in a city; you see the scrawls all the time.  However, as we approached the side of the building the word “Zion” had been sprayed over the multiple layers of writings.  Lon snapped a quick picture with his phone.  Fascinating…the end.  Not quite.

Maybe, this was a “writing on the wall” moment.  You see, Portland is exceptionally un-churched and is very much a me-centric culture; yet at the same time very community minded.  The profound message to me was Zion, which represents God’s chosen, was present in this abandoned lot.  It was inscribed over the top of the existing scribbles.

As we live in our communities are we etching the word “Zion” over the unoccupied places in people’s lives?  There’s a lot of lost-ness happening…even with what looks like successful lives.  Look at the expressions you see. 

Zion also stands for community.  When you are out walking, eating at a food cart or attending a concert in the park, participate, engage in conversation.  Our lives should be the “writing on the wall.”

Wandering and discovering ~ Missy

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  1. A sign I saw in Portland says, "Keep Portland Weird" ZION is desperately needed there.

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    1. There certainly is a lot of "weirdness" here ... people who are desperate. That's why we are here.

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  2. Very thought provoking. I did not know Portland was an "un-churched" community. That could start a long conversation. Especially since I'm relatively new here.

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    1. We are relatively new as well ... almost two years, and are still discovering so much. The need is great in our City. It gives us a sense of purpose and mission - loving God and loving people.

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