Walking on God's safety avenue

In an era of random violence, it's comforting to know that there is a way to find safety.

A Woman was visiting her grandson at a time when religious riots, arson, and thuggery were commonplace in the town where he lived. One day while I was in the house with them, a ball sailed high over the housetops from the playground nearby and bounced hard on the corrugated metal roof of the veranda where the grandmother was snoozing. She woke with a start and quaveringly asked, "Bello, are we safe?"

"Perfectly safe, Granny," Bello assured her. "Here we live on God's safety avenue, you know."

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