A walk down ‘Harmony Lane’

First appeared as a web original on June 8, 2011

I sat on the curb on the street corner. Crying. I was a manager for political canvasses and was out in the community working side by side with my staff.

During my career, I’d canvassed broken-down trailer parks—no problem. Inner city apartments—no problem. Rural housing, politically antagonistic territory, mansions—no problem. I’d knocked on doors in almost every neighborhood in the state of Oregon, and much of the Northwest, and trained hundreds and hundreds of canvassers. Yet, this simple, seemingly politically progressive neighborhood street brought me to tears. I felt alone. These people were mean.

NEXT IN THIS ISSUE
Spiritual Focus on Books
Writers who bring ‘delight to heaven’
September 5, 2011
Contents

We'd love to hear from you!

Easily submit your testimonies, articles, and poems online.

Submit