The Tower

It looks as if it goes up forever. There must be at least 100+ stories. The glass and chrome all spotless and perfect. And yet there isn’t just one of these towers there are hundreds around me. So much money and power. Even the sidewalks are painted gold. Then I turn around and look again at the church. A small building on the top of a hill. Not large and flashy like the buildings I see in front of me. But, there’s a stately quietness that exudes from the church. And then I turn again and look below the buildings and see a street full of people who are drunk rolling in the streets. I see some pop artist banging her head against a wall. I see the women on the streets wearing close to nothing standing on street corners. Then I turn toward the church...

One Moment

He stood at the top of the hill. A look of determination on his face. There were people all around him, but it was as if they faded as he looked out on a path full of twists and turns. He stood at a crossroads, and beyond him you could see thousands of roads splitting, turning, and twisting. He remembered that man who got angry when he made his smoothie wrong. He remembered the wife who had screamed at her children. He remembered the man who grabbed the child’s hand before she was hit by the car. He heard the angry words exchanged between his coworkers years ago. Each day we have hundreds of decisions to make. We could either repeat the order for our hamburger for the 3rd time nicely. Or we could make a scene. We could roll our eyes at someone or lovingly...