Day 57
This morning marked our second official morning prayer walk. Whitney and I formed a pair and took off west on 23rd. We ended up focusing on one apartment complex that I have come to know as “the prison complex”, not because there are an increased number of tenants with criminal records (which I’m sure there are), but because of the layout of the buildings which all face inward like cells around the jail yard. They are painted a dull gray and surrounded with spiked fences. I jest not.
They most depressing part of this particular complex is that the playgrounds are empty of the smiles and shouting and laughing of the children that should be playing in them. They are e m p t y. You don’t even see kids outside. Why? Here’s my slightly uneducated guess: In the last few months there have been eight shootings. Eight. In fact, one of them happened today.
In the middle of this though, God is here. He has a plan, and He hasn’t forgotten West Tulsa. And I know that one day there will be children outside again someday.
Faith is the evidence of things unseen, mon ami.
