Here on Arsenal Street I am observing our Temple House candle and prayer hour.
Each Wednesday our Temple House community lights a candle in a window at 8 PM. For an hour we take time to pray for peace in our St Louis neighborhood.
This week I pray with the memory of 4 evenly spaced gunshots two nights ago. The day before, Miss Gigi shook her head at our Sunday evening meal when we talked about how warmer weather means more shooting. She pointed to the alley behind us. They shoot back there. Yup.
Last week I took this photo walking home from Sara’s place. We had finished our Tuesday meal together hosted in her home. Over plates of enchiladas Stephen, Jessica and I had discussed how individuals who are people of color (Stephen and me) become the spokesperson for all those who look like us. At least in the eyes of people who are not of our color. I don’t mean just white people. All of us tend to this simple-mindedness. Our conversation made us more aware of our tendency. More aware of what to overcome. Then it was time for banana bread and fresh strawberries with whipped cream.
The weather has been great here in St Louis. I’ll soon begin my fourth summer here and after years of Chicago summers can’t say that it’s any stickier, hotter here. The sky over St Louis can be dramatic with cumulonimbus clouds and storm fronts that rush through.
Drama. Living in a neighborhood with gunshots a regular feature causes a person to take the shooting a little less seriously. A few months ago during an early Sunday morning run I heard gunshots, listened carefully, gauged them to be from one direction several blocks away, and corrected my running course in another direction. Simple.
A little less serious. Cavalier? That, among other reasons, is why on Wednesday evenings we light a candle and pray.