Different Noises

The four walls were closing in on me. I struggled to breathe…

OK, maybe not.

I just chose to study and write in a coffee shop today.

But the interesting thing to me is not the quiet. Because it isn’t.

It’s the noise.

The different noise.

And the people.

The different people.

And I believe that, as a minister of the Gospel, my place is out in my community from time to time.

Being salt and light.

Being part of life.

Office hours are necessary, I realize. But so are out-of-office hours.

Or even a few minutes.