There’s a joke about the post title . . . I know it’s crazy, but it’s true.
In the mean time, Christina, who is the one caught between the mood and NY City posts about her reflections on the subway. Given that I drive a 1.5 to church through a cornfield, I was intrigued not only by her point, but also her context. We live such diverse lives here in North America.
This morning was one of those rare occasions when I actually got a seat on the subway. As I sat on the bench and looked up I caught a glimpse of my own reflection on the window directly across me. It occurred to me that I’ve been riding this train for a long time now. The first time was when my grandfather brought me to my first day of second grade. I was 7 years old. Some thirty years later, I’m still riding the same line! That’s when it struck me . . .
Read the rest here.
It’s the MOON and New York City, Chris. The MOON!
And, isn’t it wonderful that God transcends geography? Whether riding on a NYC subway, driving past a cornfield in the Midwest, or sitting on a backyard swing in the rural South – if you have tasted the goodness of the Lord you can say with the redeemed everywhere, “God is faithful!”