Twenty-five minutes late, dressed in jeans, and sucking air, we raced down city blocks and trekked up three sets of white, stone steps to the mezzanine level of the Brooklyn Tabernacle.
We arrived to find church members genuinely happy to see us and four thousand people belting out "Amazing Grace".
The pastor preached on Proverbs 5:14. I have come to the brink of utter ruin in the midst of the whole assembly.
And the gist of the sermon was this:
People walk the ledge, and we don't know.
People cry behind closed doors, and we don't know.
People grasp tightly to hidden pain, and we don't know.
And why don't we know? We don't pay attention.
Apparently, God thought I needed an illustration of this sermon seared into my brain, and so after church, he allowed me to walk passed the "Before I Die Project". This project creates constructive spaces out of neglected places. Think of a giant, city block-sized chalkboard that invites passersby to scrawl out dreams they wish to achieve.
Detailed sentences with perfect manuscript. Short misspelled words and phrases. Some dreams silly, some serious, but all the work of people hoping to be heard.
Other messages included: "Be saved. Find my dad. Love someone. Graduate from college."
Now, tucked back into my life at home, I think about the authors of the above chalk dreams, and I wonder if anyone is listening to them tonight.
Questions for you: Do you consider yourself a good listener? Who needs you to hear them today?
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