I was
walking up Broadway from the grocery store this evening when I heard a voice in
the distance. It was clear who or what it was: some sort of conflict on the
street? a car radio turned up loud?
Some years
ago, an older Haitian man walked up and down Broadway, usually in the spring
and summer, chanting, “Hallelujah, hallelujah, God loves you, God loves you,”
over and over. But he hasn’t been seen for quite a while.
Proselytizing
is not common in my neighborhood. If it hadn’t been so cold, I might have
listened a bit longer to hear his points, just out of curiosity. I wonder if the preacher won any converts.
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I’m
participating in the 12th annual Slice of Life Challenge over at Two
Writing Teachers. This is day 1 of the 31-day
challenge. It’s not too late to make space for daily writing in a
community that is encouraging, enthusiastic, and eager to read what you have to
slice about. Join in!
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