01 Feb 07 Ghost Town

I was out last night in the back yard cooking a tri-tip on the barbie.  It was around 7PM.  The night sky was clear.  The moon was shining bright.  You could almost hear the twinkle, twinkle of the stars.  It was certainly quiet enough.

From my vantage point, I looked up and down the rows of houses in our neighborhood (a term that doesn’t mean what it used to mean).  No one was home.  2 out 20 on a Wednesday night @ 7PM.  Were they all at church?  Possibly, but probably not.

As I reflected on the significance of this revelation I remembered that we hardly ever see anybody.  The time doesn’t matter.  The day doesn’t matter.  The weather doesn’t matter.  Our housing subdivision is a Ghost Town (without the period actors dueling it out in mock gunfights).

We were meant to be in community, to build and maintain healthy relationships.  Impossible when people rarely see each other.