Monday - Den Of Thieves
Oct. 10th, 2005 10:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ninanevermoreIt rained on my entire drive into the city this morning.
It is just over 34 miles from my driveway to my favorite space on the 3rd floor of the parking garage at my office. In that 34 miles, I move from rural areas to a small town to affluent suburbia to outlying squalor to solid working class subdivisions to slums to a neighborhood slowly undergoing the pangs of gentrification. I pass though barrios and a burgeoning little Vietnam, where new shopping centers are going up with an Asian grocery store and dozens of Vietnamese restaurants.
I love taking in the changes. The little Vietnamese shops are all new in the last year as that community has grown roots in the Northwest Houston area. I am currently watching a bank building turn into a Spanish language church a couple miles from my office. It has actually been a church, but has still looked like a bank. Now it is undergoing an amazing renovation that leaves no doubt as to what it is, and few clues on the outside of what it was before.
I always think as I drive by it, what would Jesus say? "You've turned a den of thieves into my Father's house!"
Even if Jesus doesn't get a kick out of it, I kind of do.
It is just over 34 miles from my driveway to my favorite space on the 3rd floor of the parking garage at my office. In that 34 miles, I move from rural areas to a small town to affluent suburbia to outlying squalor to solid working class subdivisions to slums to a neighborhood slowly undergoing the pangs of gentrification. I pass though barrios and a burgeoning little Vietnam, where new shopping centers are going up with an Asian grocery store and dozens of Vietnamese restaurants.
I love taking in the changes. The little Vietnamese shops are all new in the last year as that community has grown roots in the Northwest Houston area. I am currently watching a bank building turn into a Spanish language church a couple miles from my office. It has actually been a church, but has still looked like a bank. Now it is undergoing an amazing renovation that leaves no doubt as to what it is, and few clues on the outside of what it was before.
I always think as I drive by it, what would Jesus say? "You've turned a den of thieves into my Father's house!"
Even if Jesus doesn't get a kick out of it, I kind of do.
