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| A place or religious community regarded as sacredly devoted to God Free On-Line Dictionary 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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green in concrete For the last lot-of-years I’ve lived in urban areas. I’ve become a city girl with hints of a flower child mixed with hipster nuances…translated I like to wear skinny jeans. This is the total opposite of how I grew up, which was on a farm. My paternal grandparents grew, raised, caught and hunted for everything they ate – radical organic, free-range stuff. On my Mom’s side of the fam tree, there were green grocers and orchard growers. Heck, I was in 4-H raising feeder calves and a small flock of wooly sheep. Gardens, canning, freezing and preserving everything was the ordinary. I carried on the gardening-preserving, saving the spoils piece, until I found myself in fresh veggie-at-a-farmer’s-market heaven! The foreign city I found myself in had a temperate climate where fruit and vegetables could be grown year ‘round, and … it was sold at a giant open air market every week. Yippee! I no longer needed to ...
A sign I saw in Portland says, "Keep Portland Weird" ZION is desperately needed there.
ReplyDeleteThere certainly is a lot of "weirdness" here ... people who are desperate. That's why we are here.
DeleteVery 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.
ReplyDeleteWe 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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