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Stopping by the roadside one Bronx afternoon

A few weeks ago I jerked the steering wheel to the right and slid to a stop at a fire hydrant. Out of the corner of my eye, I had seen some people painting small crosses on the wall. This small faith sighting lead us a half mile away to a Hispanic church parking lot […]

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Bronx Crosses

A few weeks ago I jerked the steering wheel to the right and slid to a stop at a fire hydrant. Out of the corner of my eye, I had seen some people painting small crosses on the wall. This small faith sighting lead us a half mile away to a Hispanic church parking lot with a thirty foot mural on compassion to the immigrants.

We were in Morrisania, the south center of the Bronx. We had already noticed that faith-based murals were a small characteristic feature of the territory. The murals changed the signs of the city from secular, functional or harsh to signs of the cross. It is an interesting, attractive and cheap way to make a big presence with a message.

Next Wednesday, we will upload a video featuring an interview with one of the muralists talking about how her Christian faith relates to the mural.

On Monday we will honor another friend who helped us on the Journey. Every day we will also be tweaking and adding to A Journey. We appreciate your help, support and prayers. Every time we stop by the roadside we find new reasons to give praise.

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