Come Play With Us!

When I was young and Mother had unshackled me from the dinner table, I would go running out the door yelling, " Chrissy's out!  Come play with me!"  God bless all those kids who came running.  I was sure the nicest people in the world lived in our neighborhood.
Recently, I called friends who've known me from as early as five to twenty-five, and they came running to work on this blog.  I chose everyone carefully and one of the most important criterion was that members were includers.  I could tell you stories about each contributor that would make you cry.  In one way or another, these are people who let me in instead of shutting me out.
Sometimes it's the smallest things that linger the longest, and from which we learn the best lessons.  Sometimes you learn huge lessons from the image of God in the person next to you.  It is a powerful, healing experience to be loved, to call out for playmates and to answer them.  I hope our readers always feel that they belong.
Come play with us!