Sidewalks

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As I attend to being more vigilant about noticing beauty, I realized I was walking on it.  Sidewalks here are works of art.  But in their functionality they tend to become dirty and stained.  Much like us.  Then I notice the men and women who scrub the walks in front of their shops and realize that they have become metaphors for God.  We are created for beauty and function but get messed up and God in Christ comes with soapy water to scrub us clean again.  It’s all love and renewal And therefore death like birth is a new beginning.

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One Response to Sidewalks

  1. Just Rod says:

    Some Bob, we step on others and sometimes we feel stepped upon. Life is messy.

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