This spring weather beckons us out of the house. It welcomes us with open arms and we embrace it. And it’s not only us that the light calls out, but everyone seems to have heard the news. The sun is shining and it’s a great day to step outside.
Loud music booms from cars driving by, ever-so-slowly. It always makes me wonder how they aren’t deaf when we have conversations with them. I want to ask them but I will save that question for another day. Maybe.
Trailers sit empty, more-so than I think I have seen in three years. New landlords come in, debts need to be paid. Taxes come in, debts aren’t paid. Trailers are abandoned.
Children run in the yard. Many new faces run around, introducing themselves as quickly as our eyes meet. Asking millions of questions about Adah and begging to push the stroller. Just try not to bump her through the potholes, I beg.
Jehovah’s Witnesses sit on the side of the road in their suits and ties and formulate a plan. They are here to invite our neighbors to a new gathering and to share John 3:16. I pray for them, too, as we battle in the streets for the souls of our neighbors. Only one of us is using John 3:16 in the correct way.
Sin is obvious, but even more obvious when the weather pulls us all outside. All out into the open and into the light. Light has a way of exposing darkness.
The smells in the air are undeniable as the wind blows in just the right direction from their hiding spot down the street. It’s not the sweet smells of the Mexican produce truck that we buy mangoes from.
The visitors to the park come and go so often that the dust has no time to settle on the tinted windows.
The foul language overheard is piercing to my ears as I hope my children didn’t hear it. And hope they don’t repeat it.
But they seem oblivious to the environment. There is nothing shocking or surprising or scary to them. One picks flowers and finds the beauty in her surroundings. The other prays out loud for his friends as we walk.
And as those friends join us, I pray deeply and fervently for them. One has told us that he has demons living inside of him. To hear him laugh a deep, raspy laugh at only 7 years old, you would agree. Shortly after I began singing My God is so big, so strong and so mighty, he decided he didn’t want to walk with us anymore.
There is power in our words and our songs and our prayers. There is power in the name of Jesus. There is power when God’s people walk the streets, intentionally lifting up their neighbors to the Throne of the Creator. It’s a power that can overcome addictions and false religions and potty-mouths and idolatry and all manner of evil. Power that causes demons to run and hide–even ones that take up residence in children who have a home life that we can’t conceive.
So we walk on. We will continue to flood the streets with our prayers and we will see change come about. Sin is not victorious, God is. He is faithful to keep His promises.
“So that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.”