Keep walking, but you won't knock down our walls...keep walking, but it isn't gonna fall...it's plain to see, your brains are very small to think walking will be knocking down our walls.
Thank you singing french peas.
If this doesn't ring a bell, you need to brush up on your Veggie-lore (Veggietales).
Tonight the sermon at our Saturday evening service focused on breaking down the walls that divide us. One of the most dramatic walls that divides me from others is fear of being intrusive. When I was in middle school I was crippled at youth group supper because I was always afraid if I sat down next to someone they would be disappointed. I still am.
But that fear came from knowing that sometimes I was disappointed by the people who sat next to me. Dear middle school me, please know this...really and truly the most important thing is to make everyone feel included.
I am afraid of talking to people because I don't want to intrude, but sometimes love is intrusive. Sometimes it messes you up. Sometimes it makes you leave a place you love. Sometimes it isn't love of the people you are intruding on but the God who made them.
So, keep walking. Every day. Walking. Because the walls will come down. Just maybe they will be our walls.
AND...now I am thinking in a bad french accent. Zose stupeed leetle greps.