Sunday Worship8 & 10 am
God is not in the destruction business…Instead, God chooses to do the hard work of restoration.
I’ve been wondering about the property in the 7200 block of Tylersville Road for some time. Every time I drove east to drop off a kid at Hopewell Junior School, pick up groceries at the store, or cruise to Voice of America Park for a walk, I glanced at the dilapidated structures and overgrown yard on the north side of the street wondering what happened there.
Looking past the shattered windows of the house and gutters in disrepair, I imagined a time when the yard was overflowing with young children playing after gulping down BBQ at a summer picnic. Long before Tylersville Road was a bustling four-lane corridor, I envisioned family and friends burning away the hours relaxing and talking on the massive front porch. I could picture mountains of raked leaves, constructed snow forts, mechanical projects in the shed, and piles of freshly split firewood waiting to be stacked.
May is a month of remembering. When May comes around, I remember prom as the massive celebration at the end of senior year following our long journey of high school together. In a single night, we gave thanks for the many ways we shared each other’s burdens in the tough times and rejoiced in our many accomplishments and victories. I remember the limousine, the dinner, the dancing, and the After Prom at Geauga Lake Amusement Park that kept us on the rides and waterslides until dawn. I remember good friends, some of whom are still in touch.