Sunday, November 9, 2014: Matthew 25:1-13
I understand the story better now than when I was I kid, but I still have the feeling that the foolish virgins were framed.
Going home can be rough. My hometown is Flint, Michigan, a city about 70 miles north of Detroit that was immortalized in Michael Moore’s Roger and Me. That 1989 documentary showed people how Flint fared as the auto industry, the main industry in Flint, started contracting in the ’80s.
People used to ask me if things in Flint were really that bad. I would say that things were tough but not as bad as the disaster Moore describes. Now I would say that things are far worse.
What’s happening in Flint mirrors what’s going on in Detroit, just on a smaller scale. Driving around town with my husband, Daniel, is always eye-opening. Well-kept homes have been abandoned, the siding and copper taken out. I see what my hometown has become, and it tears my heart. Daniel, who grew up in rural North Dakota, is stunned to see the decay.
