We arrived in time to help get things ready. Corey jumped right in with the guys inflating the bounce houses. Christians from several churches were setting up grills, generators, a stage for the day's musical performances, a t-shirt stand, and various art stations.

Hungry people got fed. Lonely people made friends. People who had experienced so much of the world's ugliness made beautiful art. There were grafitti artists, face painters, and sidewalk chalk decoraters. People used brushes, watercolors, and paints to express their creativity.
Music filled the air. People gathered in small groups to listen. Some got up and danced. Kids laughed as they jumped in bounce houses.

The park we used is called "Unity Park." It's a good name for it. Because on Saturday, people came together. Differences didn't matter. Not age or color or physical appearances or disabilities. The down-and-outs showed up, along with the well-to-do. Strangers huddled together in prayer, united by something beautiful.
You see, on E. Lancaster, of all places, we caught a glimpse of the kingdom of God.

