the Resurrection, Wheelbarrow thiefs, and Community Policing


Resurrection Sunday was a gorgeous day, not only was it sunny and warm, perfect for sun dresses and strolls in the park, it was full of newness. Life was sprouting in the garden, hope was taking root in Highland House members, and Christ had indeed defeated death. As I observed the garden, everything was in order, the compost brewing, the new fill pilled, the seeds germinating, and the wheelbarrows tucked away. Our little plot of land was ready for the spring break gardeners the following morning.

Monday morning came with sunshine and beauty. I did pick ups, four amazing teen girls, one young man, and Julie. We began to work, turning compost, seeding, moving fill, and wondering where our other wheelbarrow went. Who would steal a wheelbarrow? If they would have asked, they could have borrowed it, and we probably would have offered them some tomato plants. So, we put the word out on the street, if you know anything, let us know.

One of our neighbors, a real nice guy, just this last winter he helped us dig our cars out, was driving by, I let him know and he was upset. He thought he knew who it might be and told us he'd take care of it. We believed him. But thought that we we're out a wheelbarrow, worse things had happened, and this was not the end of civilization. We continued to work, while he tracked down what was ours.

Two nights ago there was a knock on the door. It was late, but I answered, and it was our neighbor, "I found your wheelbarrow, it will be back tomorrow, if it's not, let me know." He went on the talk about how our neighborhood is different, we do not take things from others, and we depend on each other.

Our wheelbarrow has yet to find its way home, but the accused did stop by and say he needed it a bit longer, but it would be back soon. He said we we not home, so he just took it. We know who has it, and where it is. Our neighbors love us and got our back.

Please pray for our neighbors, that as there is a shift in the age and race that the doors are open and welcoming. We were once the outsiders and now we are not, pray that we allow others in.

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