"There are different kinds of working, but the same God works all of them in all men." 1 Corinthians 12:6
This gorgeous truth becomes abundantly clear running across this enticing island through visually different neighborhoods and seemingly skewed demographics to catch an old sunset memory of The golden Hudson River, As the orb hits the horizon splaying a lustrous orange light on the glass buildings,I ask myself;
Is there any other city with as many adoring anthems as New York?
"In New York, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There's nothing you can't do, now you're in New York.
These streets will make you feel brand new.
Big lights will inspire you, let's hear it for New York.
New York, New York."
JAY-Z
Church this morning roused the annoying and answerable truth that God's light shines brightly on all of our radiant and tarnished ways.... and that nothing goes unseen.
Reason # 2 (it's a long one) An Irish Italian rural boy, an overtly confident Iron Man Puerto Rican, a cautious Brooklyn born black man with a shiny grill, an Aryian race southern blond girl along for the ride, can belly up to a few pints of English ale in a candlelit pub singing House of the Rising Sun by the Animals arm in arm with the assistance of a Hops induced high and give their vocal love for old NY.
Are you grouping people by their external or internal?
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