HCLM BLOG

I drove by the house of a friend of mine the other day who's having trouble with life right now. I looked at his house; it looked like most of the others around it. You wouldn't be able to tell by looking at it that life was hard inside there. That people were hurting and looking for answers. The yard was in order, the house panted, the roof looked good. It looked like every other house on the street. Then I realized that the same was true of all those houses. I was driving through a neighborhood and could probably see a fifty or a hundred houses as I moved down the road. All of them have families with people and issues. That's a lot of people and a lot of broken lives. As I drove I started to wonder about what each of those houses represented. Did they have families that ate dinner together, kids that were busy with life? Were marriages happy, were kids in trouble? What would evening bring as people came home looking for food? I guess it's good to remember I'm not the only person in the world.