I was getting on to I-4 this morning. Making my weekly trip downtown (I do this to remind myself that I'm trying to pull together a congregation down there, once we're able to move I'll make the trip the opposite way to remind myself that I am working for God's kingdom in Lake Mary also) and there is a guy walking up the ramp takes you toward Daytona. He's got a backpack on and looks a little road worn, but he was carrying something that got me thinking.
He had this hat in his hands. It wasn't a cowboy hat, and it wasn't a bowler, probably most like a fedora. It was black with a colorful ribbon wrapped around it just above the brim. I was struck almost as much by how he held it as by the fact that he had it. See he wasn't wearing the that. He held it by that little pointing part in the front (you know the part I mean) and had it pressed against his chest. Like he had just walked into a room and he wanted to be polite in front of the lady folk. All this passed through my head in the second or so that I drove past him.
Then I watched in the rearview mirror as he rounded the corner and walked up onto Lk. Mary Blvd. and started into Lake Mary. It was then that I started thinking: "It's like that guy is moseying in to town" Like folks will turn and see who the stranger moseying in from long journeys is, people will whisper to one another and guys at the barber or the saloon will wonder about him. Maybe he's thinking, "Let's see what kind of trouble I can find in this town," or "I wonder where I can wet my whistle." Then I thought, "yeah right no one will even notice, Lake Mary's not that small of a community. It's not that close knit to notice an outsider." Then I thought, "I wonder if there are communities like that?" You know what I mean? Places where people know each other? Somebody mentioned to me the other day that Holy Cross felt like home to him. Maybe there's something there.
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