When I was a kid my dad would take the family to Logan airport.  We’d park on the upper open-air parking area and just watch the jets fly in and fly out.  He also took us to the railroads depots there, too, to watch the trains rumble in and out.  As a nine or ten-year-old, those trips had the allure of excitement and adventure.  Later on in life, I was impressed with the cultural experiences that were available in Boston.  But I also became aware of the crime, the poverty, and the impersonality of city life.

In this life, there are so many things that make living here wonderful.  But just like in the city (and towns for that matter), there is an opposite side of life that isn’t so pleasant.  What God intended to bless man with, man has, in some way, perverted His work.  Think of just…