by Jaz J.

Kensington…. You’ve taught me a lot. You’ve shown me a lot. The first day I saw you, I was afraid of you. You looked like something that was shot right out of a movie scene. I had never seen anything like you. But over the last 3 weeks, I’ve come to know you on a deeper, more intimate level. Every day, was a new opportunity to read the writings on the walls, to listen to the hustle and bustle of your busy streets. Each day was the beginning of a new chapter that I would read, and each person became a new story that you told. So many people call you home. Some live in homes, others utilize your sidewalks as their home, but all in all, it’s been pretty cool to see how many – call you home. You have your spots, your blemishes – but don’t we all. A lot of times you seem devoid of hope, but don’t we all have times like that as well.

Kensington… you’ve taught me a lot. You’ve helped me to see things differently, to see people differently. If I had to use one word to describe you – suffering is what it would be. So much suffering… so many suffering. Suffering to the left, and to the right… in the morning, and at night. Yet through it all, I see glimmers of hope. A weak thread of a pulse.

I see you surrounded by a cloud of darkness. But this great dark cloud, I see being held in the hands of God. I see a big God standing over you. Looking down upon you and smiling…. Smiling because He’s able to see the end from the beginning. And though the suffering does break His heart, He still smiles because He sees so many of his children serving each other well, and loving each other well. This makes Him smile. This makes me smile…

Oh death, where is your sting? –

Kensington… still a crown to the world’s greatest King!