The Muse is Loose

I drove today to see a family whose child came to Bible School. It was not in the city limits but close. I had never been on the street. It was poverty row. A dead dog lay swelling in the heat of the sun. Vintage cars were everywhere. None of them having run for years. Dogs ran freely. The houses looked unlivable but they weren't. Now, I could understand a bit better how the hot dogs and sandwiches served were so popular. I could understand why the cakewalk was the number one event Friday night. We had seventy-five home made cakes. They were all gone. I could also understand why most of the kids walked to VBS. If they were a three or four car family, for sure only one ran, and it was used to get someone to a place of work. I came back home and thought of the chicken we were throwing in the trash because no one ate it and it was now "too old". It is so very easy to look the other way or simply stay off of streets like the one I was on today. I am going back. A neat little boy of nine, living in one of those places gave his life to the Lord. I am going to see him on his turf.