Last weekend Aaron and I dug a hole in the middle of our woods, filled it with rocks, and had a bonfire.
By Sunday we had about fourteen neighbors gathered around sharing "smeeps" ('smores made out of a peeps), and watching our kids play flashlight tag.
We have been judged here...even scrutinized and ostracized for our faith. We have been slandered, and we have withstood the blows of harsh criticism. We have been misunderstood and left alone.
I truly had no idea that building something as simple as a fire pit would help begin to bridge those gaps.
"This is what life is all about," stated our next door neighbor, "taking joy in the simple things."
There was less swearing and more smiling.
Walls come down brick by brick.
Please pray with me. Pray that this upcoming summer will be full of many more bonfires and nights filled with conversation. Let's ask Jesus to be revealed there in His glorious creation.
One of the kids asked, "Why are all those stars up there?" Her Dad answered, "They just are...they always have been."
Let them come to know their Maker. Amen.