A neighborhood transformed through prayer

I have lived in a Northern California neighborhood for over 30 years. They have been busy and productive years focused around my family obligations, work, and church activities. My neighborhood has always been the place where I would come home at the end of the day, raise the drawbridge, and mind my own business.

Over the years, the neighborhood changed as families arrived and departed. My wife and I never learned the names of the new arrivals. It was a neighborhood of strangers. People relished their privacy, built tall fences, grew vegetation to block prying eyes, and kept pretty much to themselves. What a contrast to the neighborhood I knew as a child, where people sat on their front porches and greeted neighbors as they strolled by. Now, in our neighborhood the values and priorities of life had shifted. People seemed busier, more absorbed in accumulating material things.

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