Back to the someone.....I can't remember the family's name. My husband and I knew them many moons ago when he [my husband] was a seminary student, as was the husband of the aforementioned family. They had some kids. We did not yet. They were a bit older than us. They'd been arrested in an abortion protest. We had not yet, and still haven't. And probably never will....
I don't recall a lot about them, except that they were into making homemade pizza crust with whole wheat flour, way before anyone else was. I do recollect they were eccentric. They weren't really strange. Yet, they marched to their own drummer, so to speak.
The last I heard of them, they'd moved their family [by this point they had numerous children], to the inner city. Honestly, I can't remember what city. Detroit? Chicago? Maybe Indianapolis? I know it was someplace with a more intense inner city than Lexington. That much I remember. And I thought,
"What in the world are they thinking? They have small kids, they are not extremely street smart, etc., etc."I thought they were naive and perhaps a bit dumb. And reckless.
I've come to realize that's how some perceive my family now. On Thursday, we were living in the midst of a crime scene. I think you could actually label it a murder scene, because the shooting victim ended up dead.
|In front of our house.|
People ask us why[?]
Why do you live there? Why, when you don't have to, would you choose to move your family to a place where others get shot?What do we say to that? We answer the best we can.
There's the long answer......
"I have my own theology of place. I don't want to live in fear. I believe in restoration. I believe God's Kingdom is coming to earth, as opposed to us all leaving the planet. I've tried living in the suburbs. It didn't suit me. I adore Shane Claiborne."Generally, we don't go into many details. Mainly, it's
"We live where we feel we're supposed to live."I guess we've become a bit like the family that we used to know. Funny how people change......