My precocious 12-year old nephew (who is hyper-intelligent, and home-schooled, and being raised by well-intended-but-misguided fundamentalist parents) came to spend a night with us in Pittsburgh. We were celebrating a late Thanksgiving for my side of the family…but gratitude is always in season. I love it that I’m the favorite uncle on that side of the family. God knows they’ve got enough uncles to choose from. My nephew and his family live on a farm in Ohio, and they don’t much see the outside world. When he entered the neighborhood church that I pastor, he said with complete awe, “This is the highest ceiling I have ever seen.” He was clearly smitten by the sense of grandeur and otherness that the building is meant to inspire, but which it fails to inspire in many nowadays. It made sense to show him the city at night and to drive down through its Christmas lights and crowds. He was…flabbergasted by the urbanity. There are so many ways to live a life….
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