“What if we saw the neighborhood as a kind of church—a place to love and care for folks? What if our neighbors weren’t strangers living behind closed doors, but humans given to us by the Divine to be in mutual care with? That kind of care doesn’t mean trying to change someone or give them what we think they need. It means slowing down enough to listen—to hear what people actually say they want and respond with love.”

I had a dream that Randy Woodley was leading a group of people in the art of pigeon washing. Soap suds and brushes. The most sudsiness lather was needed. Bubbles floated around our heads. The birds were alive and receptive to the cleaning. Quite calm, cooing tender. Alive in our hands. 

A large group of people were participating,  diverse in both ethnicity and age. While I could not identify their faces, it sure seemed like the array of people Dr. Woodley draws to his unique ways of teaching. 

We were eager to learn and participate.