A quote: “I would suggest that faith is everyone’s business. The advance or decline of faith is so intimately connected to the welfare of a society that it should be of particular interest to a politician.” ~~ William Wilberforce

I’ll start with a story …

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It was the brick through her front window that finally convinced her. She swore to her grandson she wouldn’t need it, but now she sent the message through a system he set up.

She stood in the foyer and wept. Her own great-grandparents had built this house from a kit. Five generations– she was born in the front bedroom, which became her sons’ room when, as a young widow, she returned home to take care of her cancer-stricken mom.

She had raised her own children in a neighborhood where families knew each other, helped each other, while The City grew up around them.

And the last ten years? The front yard roses were gone. Trashed or stolen she gave up on replacing them. Her picket fence kicked down, she just removed it. Even watering the lawn to a healthy green seemed to enrage someone, somewhere, so she let it die.

Resentment ruled. To keep your yard clean was putting on airs. To live alone in a big house was hoarding. Even to live too long was to take up space that belonged to the young.

She was ready when he came to get her. One small bag of memories to take, one last look over her shoulder as they left and the house burst into flames.

It would be as her great-grands found it. Empty land. Let’s see them do better.

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Now, it’s your turn.
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