The gift of place calls for the proper response of good stewardship.
The house of prayer where I worship has a delightful street: Lookout Drive.
It has been quite a journey leading from looking at one spot to another. For a season, our congregation waited for God's leading where we ought to stay.
The story of God's provision may be summed up in one word: humbling.
Through the years, I park and silently take in the spectacle of wonderful grace. God owns the land. He grants access for His Kingdom to shine.