Urban musings: What I saw when jogging last weekend.
Its hard to describe my love affair with this place. For a while, I didn't want to come. I thought, "Who will accept me, a generic White boy from fly-over country?" But I felt like I should go. Someone else said that God never actually "sends" you somewhere, because He is already there. He calls you somewhere, like a mother calling you home for dinner.
At first I thought I was called here to do something great. That didn't happen. Then I figured out that maybe I was called here just to get something, something I needed.
"The Big A"
New York, I am not sure why I love you so much.
I can't stop loving you.
You have been so good to me.
"Failed Democtratic City?" Humph
Your pain, your passion, your anger, your smile, your hopeless drama, your boundless dreams.
Your rhythm, your blues.
I believe there was once a rabbi who crested the Mount of Olives and saw what I see.
He sees you still.
He loves you more
than you will ever know.