Monday it happened to me again.
I spent about three hours driving through various parts of some of the poorest sections of Dallas.
The images posted below don't adequately capture what I saw, but they help.
The scale of the negative environment overwhelms the soul.
As you view the images, imagine being 8-years-old and living here.
No matter how many times I have the experience two things continue to happen to me.
First, I am surprised again by the depth, the weight of the poverty and by the fact that so little seems to change between my tours.
Second, my heart breaks for the people I see as I drive. Children, elderly men and women, mothers, fathers, the housed, the homeless, the employed and the unemployed. . .neighbors of mine.
People who need better and more accessible. . .everything!
Pick you category.
Education--public for children and workforce for adults.
Health care and wellness.
Decent, fit, affordable housing.
Personal voice--political influence, power, collective lift.
Retail development and economic development.
The list remains the same. The needs stick out everywhere. We continue to act as if they don't exist, and we do so to the absolute peril of our entire community.
Dallas doesn't need a new vision, though vision is important.
Dallas needs a new courage.
Dallas needs a new heart, not for charity, but for fairness.
Come ride with me sometime soon. You'll see for yourself exactly what I mean.
March 2, 2014–Transfiguration Sunday
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